Thursday, 8 June 2017

Hilbre Island with the HennaHolliBells

We should have learnt the first time
Gloriously sunny in Chester DOES NOT mean gloriously sunny in New Brighton. 

Diesel was having the most perfect weather in Chester for her daughter's wedding#1 while we were getting our heads blown off.

Talk about a hoolie ......

It didn't stop us having fun though.

And half way across Hilbre Island we had news that baby Maisy had been born to one of my keep fitters :)

We nipped up Old Pale the following day....

It was our last chance to get together with the soon-to-be Mr and Mrs Bell before their wedding in Skiathos.

oh Lawrence :(

I had never considered owning a yellow car, but after that drive up to Citroen Bradford just to "view" one (WHO drives up to Bradford  just "to view" a car?) I fell in love with it, bought it and instantly christened him Lawrence. This was to be my forever car!!!!  People would see me coming! And as it had a state-of-the-art navigation built in, I would know where I was going. 

Two weeks later on a busy FRIDAY I was sweating it out on St Oswald's way where every car in Chester seemed to be, due to Brook Lane bridge being closed. It was SO not the best place to break down and I was lucky not to be hit by drivers coming up the hill and seeing my hazard warning lights at the last minute. "OH, that little yellow car isn't moving....swerrrrve"  

It was a dangerous place to be stuck but I WAS opposite the Northgate Arena who couldn't FAIL to see a yellow car, in the middle of a busy dual carriageway with a damsel in distress in her short shorts (oh Lordy) They sent the troops from Finance and Lawrence and I were pushed to safety where I could begin the zillion phonecalls.

Husb was fabulous. He was down south at the time so he sent one of his chums to keep me company and offer some moral support.

The AA were fabulous.

The first truck that came had a lovely young lad on his first week at work with the AA. He hadn't done his towing qualification, so he had to ring for another van. The second fella didn't seem too excited at towing me a mile down the hill to the garage and offered to follow me.
 (Cub!!! Get ME doing a snazzy É!!!)

It was a Friday, it was busy, there were at least 2 right turns, there was the Fountains roundabout, I was cold, I was sweaty, I was supposed to shopping for a cricket tea, I had no eye drops with me, I had no biscuits (NO biscuits??) I had to get back in time to spin,

And to be fair, after 20 minutes of strapping Lawrence on, Geoff from the Wirral and I had a lovely chat, mostly about this hobby of old cars that he had done up.

Just for the record, Citroen had Lawrence in their garage for 5 weeks. Lawrence was given a new throttle pedal and a new ECU but we had lost a bit of faith in him and he went back home to Bradford.
I'm absolutely gutted . He was to be my FOREVER car.
But you have to be safe on the road and it wasn't to be.