T-Bird Anni Rides Again

Right, Friday… leisurely day, we went for a play, spoke to Jason and finalised what the deal is for the cleaning job.  Nothing exciting but will help pay off our non too small portion of the national debt.  Back to Brownies in the evening and another badge in the bag for Aprilia (Culture, for which she had to visit a local museum, draw her family tree in a decorative fashion and fill a box with stuff about her life, how come some are so damned easy when others are a huge challenge???)  We had a gentle stroll round the shops afterwards, spent a little more than I would have liked to but at least I knew that Aprilia and Duke weren’t going to have any excuses to eat out over the weekend!

Saturday… Off to Wombwell with Young Tom.  Met Old Tom when we got there, had a relatively quiet practice day with only one real drama - huge bang caught our attention just in time for us to see a small boy flying over the top of the marshals box in front of us.  That woke us up a bit…. he was fine.  Quite how I have no idea, but small boys are made of stern stuff it seems.

Just as we were midway through getting clean ready to head off for tea we got shouted for.  "He’s not looking very well" aparently.  So, off we went.  They were right, he didn’t look at all well.  Not even a little bit.  So, Old Tom phoned for an ambi to take him somewhere away from us ASAP.  It was an interesting phone call…… South Yorkshire vs Darkest Wales language barriers appeared to cause some issues.  Eventually he made himself sufficiently understood that yes, high BP on its own is not worthy of an ambi, and neither is a stinking headache but this guy was ILL and did not need to be taken to the GP out of hours surgery (no, they can’t refuse to send an ambi but they can question why you need it and recomend other services aparently)  They came, they put him in their ambi, we did the emotional support bit with the wife and then we continued our evening toilette and headed out.  The ambi was still there, we have no idea why they were still pratting about nearly 20 mins later when the hospital is 10 minutes away but that is their problem not ours.  It was a "tech crew" with no paramedic so it wasn’t a "stay and ply vs scoop and run" issue for those who have any idea what I mean by that.  4 gallons of diesel would have been my drug of choice but then I’m like that.

Lovely meal was had by all and we waddled back to base to attack the beer in the fridge (do like having a fridge in the new building, very useful!) and finally collapsed into bed when they turned the generators off.

In the morning we found that there had been an accident whilst we were out which required another ambi.  Old Tom was somewhat tactless in pointing out that if they had invited us to their BBQ we would have been arround to help….. he’s like that

Sunday was chaos.  I threw away my hot beef batch after 3 bites, each about an hour apart.  cold beef batch is no fun!  Between brake failures, brain failures, hot exhausts and heavy loads, not to mention grumpy wasps, we sent 1 more in an ambi and 3 in own transport to hospital as well as treating a good sheet of A4’s worth of bumps bites and scratches.  We got to the giggling at everything manically stage. 

Monday…. tried to rediscover the floors from under camping detritus, did 5 loads of washing (well, the sun was out so I went for it!) 2 loads through the dishwasher (which cleared away the camping stuff and all the stuff from the weekend…) and started work.  

Yesterday…made another top from "peasant dress" pattern which Duke has declared to be not even a bit wench-like so I may try to work out how to use the timer on the camera and post a pic - they don’t look much good on a hangar, they really do rely on the body shape to make them hang right.  Also pitched up the Outwell to have another attempt at making the kids pod fit.  several yards of elastic later I thought I’d done it.  Alas, having slept in it last night I can now confirm that I failed fairly spectacularly as a good chunk of it was poking out the side of the tent this morning.  And it rained last night.  That nylon stuff isn’t waterproof you know.  Back to the drawing board then!

What I really need to be doing instead of all that lot though is revising and sorting out Rainbows which starts next week.  I’ve precious little interest in either just now but hey ho.