Thursday, 26 December 2013

What A Year To Be In Wivenhoe

A problem...

...Sometimes during 2013 I didn't know whether I was coming or going. As always, I was constantly trying to squeeze too many things into too little time. I've learned my lesson, and next year things will be different.

I say that every year, but this time I mean it.

And I say that every year too, but this time I really mean it.

I thank you, my lucky stars, for giving me such a fine problem to deal with.


Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Christmas Morning In Wivenhoe

A beautiful Christmas morning in Wivenhoe. I had to have a drive of my old Fiat, named Alphonso The Second.

I stopped outside my Boat For My Potplants. I didn't have long as I had to get back to do the sprouts.

But I did make a vow to myself to spend more time next year on the boat. The poor old thing has unfortunately been a little neglected during 2013, especially during the second half of the year.

However, I have a date earmarked with my fab brother-in-law Martin to take Los Amigos out on the river.

I hope I can muster up the nerve. With him at my side, I'm sure I will be able.

Thursday, 19 December 2013

Cracked Windscreen

Before we drove away with our new acquisition, Ian noticed the crack across the corner of the windscreen. The vendor wasn't having any of it when I tried to get her to drop some pounds off the price. Muggins me still went for it.

Back in Wivenhoe, I called up Andy from Colchester Motorglass. Andy is a top chap who had previously helped me out with the rubber seals around the Boat For My Potplants.

I liked his attitude back then, and I liked it even more now. It was 'yes', 'it can be done' and 'it shouldn't be a problem'. Musical words to my ears.

Luckily the screen is flat glass, so it was simply a matter of him taking measurements, making templates of the corners and waiting for him to turn up with the new screen. I think he secretly liked the challenge. So much more interesting than replacing windscreens for Ford Fiestas all day long.

A couple of hours later, and Tallulah The T-Reg Motorhome was sporting a shiny new front window. Excellent.


Now Churchill the nodding dog would be able to sit on the dashboard in comfort.