Driving
Monday,
tellivision arrived here in London to work on her dissertation whilst in the company of other mad, random, surreal people. However, a power cable had gone walkies and I am not tall enough to clamber into our attic to find a spare one. So, with the rain and cold outside, she said, "Do you want to drive to PC World to go find one?"
Brave woman. Got into the passenger seat, and off we went. In the rain. I have never driven in such driving rain. Heavy stuff by England standards. I had to drive forwards, gauging the speed of my windshield wipers - I was worrying too much; they were fine - and every so often had to mess about looking for the rear window wiper. I tried a reverse bay park, and decided that driving forwards into the space in front of me was a better idea.
No power cable. Off to Surrey Quays where there's a Curry's. Drove some more. After acquiring power cable and driving off realized that if you have learner stickers on but you do full shoulder checks, people always let you in or out of a lane. Weird. This being London, where most people don't give a flying fuck and the L plate is seen as a honking target.
Thursday, I drove us to Canada Water where we parked and tubed off to Canary Wharf for lunch. I drove back again.
Friday night, Nick and I fancied Chinese but had no cash. So I saddled up, Nick hung on and I drove us to the Asda on Old Kent Road for the cashpoint.
Saturday, I had driving pain in my ears and an awful sick feeling. Nick being the expert of such things, declared an outer ear infection. Yay.
So today's plans of driving to the Royal Observatory went to pot.
But I still love driving. Who wouldn't?
tellivision arrived here in London to work on her dissertation whilst in the company of other mad, random, surreal people. However, a power cable had gone walkies and I am not tall enough to clamber into our attic to find a spare one. So, with the rain and cold outside, she said, "Do you want to drive to PC World to go find one?"
Brave woman. Got into the passenger seat, and off we went. In the rain. I have never driven in such driving rain. Heavy stuff by England standards. I had to drive forwards, gauging the speed of my windshield wipers - I was worrying too much; they were fine - and every so often had to mess about looking for the rear window wiper. I tried a reverse bay park, and decided that driving forwards into the space in front of me was a better idea.
No power cable. Off to Surrey Quays where there's a Curry's. Drove some more. After acquiring power cable and driving off realized that if you have learner stickers on but you do full shoulder checks, people always let you in or out of a lane. Weird. This being London, where most people don't give a flying fuck and the L plate is seen as a honking target.
Thursday, I drove us to Canada Water where we parked and tubed off to Canary Wharf for lunch. I drove back again.
Friday night, Nick and I fancied Chinese but had no cash. So I saddled up, Nick hung on and I drove us to the Asda on Old Kent Road for the cashpoint.
Saturday, I had driving pain in my ears and an awful sick feeling. Nick being the expert of such things, declared an outer ear infection. Yay.
So today's plans of driving to the Royal Observatory went to pot.
But I still love driving. Who wouldn't?