camera van on way home
Oh dear John
I'd not be surprised if I got one yesterday. Took the girls to an absolute dive of a town called Wellingborough so the girls could do their bit in the carnival parade; they belong to a majorette troupe.
Apologies to anyone living in Welligborough but after my experiences yesterday, the town stinks (and in parts literally too). There were signs saying they're spending millions regenerating it - why
As the old saying goes: you can't polish a turd...
The root of my displeasure is that we were instructed to meet up at a certain car park in the town centre. Unbeknown to me, the authorities had seen fit to close off the entire town centre roads stupidly early in readinness for the carnival parade
We then spent what seemed like 16 hours desperately trying to get parked as near to the centre as we could so that the girls could at least meet up with their troupe. We made it, just, but at the end I was hot, bothered, stressed and hating Wellingborough more than I did previously... Bombing around in Rattiva desperately trying to find parking most likely saw some illegal speeds and being Northants, they do like their speed cameras
I won't even start on how long the poor girls were kept hanging around in the boiling sun waiting for ever for the procession to start
We all went home sunburned, exhausted and thoroughly fed up.
No such similarity to Friday. I took Robyn and one of her Latvian friends to the University of East Anglia in Norwich to have a look at the uni as a possible one for Robyn to attend; she's looking to do a nursing degree and the UEA is one of the top universities in the country for that.
What a lovely place
I've always like Norfolk and Norwisch but the uni blew us all away; such a lovely atmosphere and setting and full of lovely people.
Top of the list for Robyn now
Robyn's Latvian friend is quite remarkable. She cam to the UK to live three years ago at the age of 15 and did not speak a word of English. She is now looking to go to uni here after getting good GCSE grades and predictably good A level grades. She now speaks English completely natively. Remarkable I reckon
Whilst we were there, we delivered a spare turbo to Davetherave for his XM. Dave was not at home but he left an oily rag on his doorstep as a kind of welcome mat; it smelled all Citroeney
We went to Norwich in the V6 and it went a treat as always. It was so hot that I experimented with the aircon. I once tried it this time last year and it worked but was noisy so that was it, never tried again until Friday and to my amazement it worked well enough to keep us cool and the original noise seems to have gone by and large. I will now get it regassed as it is nowhere near as antarctic as the aircon in my red Activa. That one could freeze the balls off a polar bear
After the horrors of Welligborough Carnival, I took my red Activa out for a spin last evening, just for a joyride, just for the sheer pleasure of it. Nowhere in particular. It was lovely.
So, all cars are good, Rattiva continues to run well in her daily knockabout role and is still fun to drive.
Speaking of fun to drive, it is remarkable how different the Activas and V6 are. The Activas are very light and nimble-feeling whereas the V6 is a real heavy-weight cruiser. You can really feel the weight of the power train against the Activas. Horses for courses; you cannot beat the V6 for a relaxed travel on a long journey whereas the Activa is tops for sheer fun and throwing around corners