(In case you’re wondering, it’s not actually Tom writing this, as he’s - hopefully - driving a big ol’ black cab towards the A1. I’m Mel, long-suffering fiancee, provider of swarfega, packed lunches & contacts at Yorkshire Tea.)
Well, they set off on time (according to the principles of Bennett-time anyway, which allows that by setting off more or less exactly 30 minutes behind schedule, an excuse is provided for driving faster. Unfortunately, the taxi’s inability to go faster wasn’t considered in the calculations… Oh well, they have eight hours to get to Dover), fully stickered-up and with a big cooler full of caffeinated substances and savoury snacks.

It only remains for me to wish them well and ask you to keep an eye on their antics - and if you’re in the vicinity of the A1/ M20/ E402/ N12 give them a wave as you pass!

This entry was posted on Wednesday, June 14th, 2006 at 10:46 pm and is filed under Musings.