Day 3 of the holiday

I teetered out of bed, fetched mugs of tea and bowls of cereal and we sat in the morning debris of our duvet-set, eating and drinking our way back to life. Cautiously.

While we were eating I could hear one of the many bastard cats from hell that live in the parish making a terrible ‘come and get me big boy’ noise. I hurled open the bedroom window and hissed and spat like a big fucking angry cat-animal. The culprit shimmied out of the garden next-door and lept on to their garage roof from where it tried and failed to glare me to death.

Then we bathroomed (me and Soph, not me and the cat, natch), dressed and kitchened and, in what seems to be on the cusp of becoming a habit, drove in to Witney and hit Costa for two take-away Lattés.

Sans cake though.

Then we headed in the direction of Stow-on-the-Wold and further afield, our ultimate destination being that corner of Herefordshire/Worcestershire/Shropshire where Sophie’s family live.

We drove straight to the pub where we would be eating, took our seats and, erm, ate. Then we drove to the parentals-in-law and watched television, dozed and ate some more. Ate quite a lot more actually.

Then we rolled out to the car and trekked the four squillion miles back to Oxfordshire where we eventually finished assembling the two-drawer filing cabinet. Yay!

We are now about to fall in to bed feeling completely (but unjustifiably) knackered.

Along the way home I took a number of phone calls.

We are selling Soph’s car.

I put an advert in Autotrader a couple of days ago. Since then the calls I’ve taken have been very worrying. Do we really allow people as stupid as these folk to drive?

If I say to someone “You can’t see it on that day because no-one will be there” and the person on the far end of the line tries repeatedly to pin me down to a specific time on the day that we won’t be there – a time when they can come and see it – how good, do you suppose, is their grasp of the rules of the road?

Anyway, bed beckons. I’ll try to catch up on comments and emails tomorrow; there are many to catch up on and I’ve been lagging behind.