Mud was the biggest kid of them all! Nigh on dancing around the house, as he contemplated a couple of hours of fun, playing with Annie in the 10-18 inches of snow that had fallen overnight. Continue reading
When Mud announced that he thought it was high time I had my own car again, I was elated. To be fair, the age of the Jap’ truck had a lot to do with this decision but I didn’t care. My own car!
No more struggling onto buses with masses of shopping bags. Gone would be the waiting in the rain, snow and icy winds for the bus which was 20 minutes late – again!
To be fair though, Mud does make the occasional list but only once in a blue moon and it’s usually to draw attention to the large number of jobs that need to be done about the house, garden and, more recently, the Land Rovers, for which invariably, he states he neither has the time nor money to complete.
First the snow delayed the arrival of Ciggy, at the start of last year, by around 2 weeks, although to hear Mud tell it you could be mistaken for thinking it was much, much longer. Then a set of unfortunate but unavoidable circumstances, meant that the brand new, galvanised chassis didn’t arrived at its’ appointed time of 6am, one cold, dark Tuesday morning in late October. Continue reading