The garage has sent me a fascinating video to show me how to access its new drive-in service. It’s really, really interesting.
Well, okay, it isn’t as interesting as any of the many short clips the Middle of the Darling Daughters sends me, chronicling the Life and Times of the Rascally Trio. These usually end with a chorus of “We love you SO much!” and I could
- and do - play them over and over again just to hear that affectionate sign-off. Nor is it as exciting as watching granddaughter Hazel Bagel practising her latest song in preparation for her next singing lesson. And it certainly hasn’t been put together
with such love and thoughtfulness as the eight minute film featuring family and friends for my brother-in-law Baz’s recent 70th birthday.
had gone out from Baz’s elder son (who is also our godson) that he was pulling together a poem for his dad and wanted all of us to compose and recite a verse or two to camera. It was a challenge but we were all up for it, albeit by the skin of our teeth
in some cases. The Middle of the Darling Daughters put us all to shame by sending in her verses - with the Rascals taking a leading role - before anybody else; the Youngest of the Darling Daughters had to coordinate her family from afar as she was staying
with us when I reminded her of the impending deadline. Granddaughter Hazel was well up for reciting her two lines: “Would it be alright if I do a cartwheel at the beginning?” she messaged her mother. My four verses recounted the day we met Barrie
in November 1967, with Mr B ending each verse with one of his well-known phrases or sayings - “You might say that, I couldn’t possibly comment!” and the like.
Anyway, I’m sure you get the idea but I still haven’t explained, have I, about the video from my garage? I am sure it was put together purely and simply for people like me - people who worry about finding the correct entrance to a garage,
negotiating their way about its forecourt, deciding where best to park. Not to mention the nagging concern that a tricky manoeuvre might be needed when making to drive away.
Even I couldn’t get lost, having watched the recording. As instructed, I simply had to drive up to one of the three automatic doors at the front of the Drive In Service Area - making sure to select one of the doors marked with a green tick, rather
than one with a large red cross signalling No Entry. Even I could work that one out. When it came time to leave, my car was parked facing an exit door all ready for me to drive out and away. What could be easier? As I say, it is a system specifically designed
with me in mind and I am most grateful for it.
I had taken my Grand Old Lady into the garage for her winter check-up, the motor car equivalent, I suppose, of the
flu jab which Mr B and I have had. It would only take an hour, I was told, (the winter check up, not the flu jab, don’t be silly) and while I was waiting I could enjoy free coffee, free WiFi and free newspapers. I had such a pleasant hour and a bit that
I am just wondering how I could pay a visit without actually taking the Grand Old Lady with me and subjecting her to the indignities of a thorough internal examination.
Yes, indeed, the Grand Old Lady is in extremely good shape for one of her Great Age. Next February she will be seventeen years old and, apart from a small oil leak and a slightly misty headlight, she is doing extremely well. Her tyres, indeed, are good
as new, according to the service advisor (possibly because I only drive a thousand miles or so a year.)
I felt inordinately proud of her as I drove (oh,
so smoothly) out of the automatic exit door.
My Grand Old Lady and I - we are a match made in Heaven.