The van saga

White vans suck! Well my freedom has temporarily ended, the van blew itself up on the wya to london on the Friday before bank holiday weekend. Cracking! Actually I wasn't too upset, it was a very nice day and i was in a quaint little village called Atterby, actually it was more like a hamlet, and actually it turned out that it didn't havea gas station. There was a pump, but the pump had cobwebs, and an old lady speaking broad Yorkshire at me through a window. Damn i needed oil! I was told the thing drank oil (I think), but I wasn't told about the blockage underneath with the big end rings banging about in the breeze. Guess I needed to drain the oil and change it completely?

Anyway, I was only 35.7 miles into the trip to London and still some way from the lovely town of Lincoln (and it is nice apart from the weird looking people...sorry uncle Tony).

the story takes a turn for the comical, I had joined the AA breakdown service 2 hours before I left (I guess i knew!) thanks to my caring big sis (nice one) who was about to fly out for Majorca (lucky tart). Of course I didn't get the right sort of cover so I couldn't get the van back to Bev, rather it's now in Lincoln, most likely awaiting a new engine or the scrapheap.

Damn, there goes the Europe plans! up in smoke. Nevermind, the van was quite comfy for those last hours.

that left me with a weekend in Bev. well Fri night was massive, can't remember getting home after the sambuca (apparently), but I did! Then the next two days have been pretty quiet.
Sayonara