You may well have noticed that one of my hobbies is losing stuff. Thankfully, mostly it turns up eventually, usually when I’m looking for something else (and I still have high hopes for my purse). I’m very grateful that yesterday whilst I was rooting round on K’s overloaded desk for the printer cable it was the turn of my passport. What it was doing on her desk neither of us has any idea, let alone how it got buried.
I was having to print an appeal letter plus photographic proof for the DVLA as they are trying to fine me for not having insurance for the scooter. This would be the scooter that has never been out of my garden, has only 1.1 kms delivery milage on the clock, was SORNed, and insurance cancelled when I discovered the garage door measurement is smaller than the internal garage measurement and that I can’t get the scooter through the door into the space that it would amply fit into … definitely a double moment … blonde and senior!
I am extremely pleased as, having found the aforementioned passport, the trip to Belgium and the Netherlands can take place in April. (I was beginning to mull over UK alternatives.) So this morning I have booked my first trip through the Eurotunnel. I’ve always said that I wouldn’t ever use it after seeing a video of it emerging from the tunnel with the windscreen wipers going – it leaks? I am accepting BB’s explanation about pressure etc., but if I drown I’ll kill him.
In the meantime, the world is beginning to look a bit more colourful – Spring!
🙂 🙂 🙂