The weekend has been terribly busy so I haven’t been able to blog until now, 10pm on Sunday, an almost unheard-of occurrence. This is a brief account of what we did. It’s OK, but not that interesting.
Yesterday we went to Cheltenham for a party. There were lots of musicians and spies there. Really. GCHQ is based in Cheltenham. I kept on feeling that people were watching me from behind trees and things but then that’s something I should go and see someone about rather than anything to do with Cheltenham. We did lots of driving but it was well worth the trip.
This morning we went to a very large church in Cheltenham. They sing lots of songs, have very comfy seats and we were made to feel very welcome. There again I might struggle to go there regularly as they don’t do any processing up and down the aisles in funny vestments. I love processing in funny vestments. I suppose there are more important things in church than processing in funny vestments, but it’s still pretty important.
This evening, having done some furniture moving we watched Top Gear. It’s rather fun, though it has rather turned into a platform for Jeremy Clarkson to air his views rather than anything much to do with cars. In tonight’s programme they went caravanning, which was quite amusing as they made everything they could possibly think of go wrong so as to make caravanning look really unfun. But it was so blatantly staged (crashed caravan into various things before eventually burning it down) that it made them look ever so slightly silly. The good name of caravanning, campervanning and camping in general was, I think, upheld.
Talking of which, this week I must decide the final fate of my campervan. I need to find someone to come and tow it (at a cost), mend it, MOT it and then I will need to tax and insure it and even then I will have nowhere to store it. Telephoning a scrapyard is beginning to look like the least costly option, though that would make me very sad.