Thanks for popping in.
I am writing this from a café in Munich.
We actually left home at 4 this morning, picked Mum up and were on the Chunnel by 8.
It was sunny and warm and lovely all the way through France.
Stopped for a little picnic at a pleasant layby underneath the trees.
Here’s Mum laying the table for lunch….
Yes it was all going swimmingly, Dave behind the wheel, us two snoozing and admiring the grand French scenery. Perfect.
Until we crossed the frontier. Boom!!!
The minute we hit the Autobahn in Deutschland, it was as if the safety mechanism had been disabled,
Every driver on the road switched to radio rental mode,
And the game was on!
As far as I could deduce, these were the rules of engagement:
Minimum speed allowed 100 mph.
Extra points awarded for exceeding 150mph
Strictly no indicators permitted, and
tailgating mandatory, in fact, if you could nudge your neighbour out of his lane,
you received a bumper bonus.
Dave’s no slouch behind the wheel, cruising at a steady 80 to 90 mph, but when that Ford Mustang ripped past us at Mach1, hotly pursued by a Lamborghini and a string of beefy BMWs, he quickly retired us to the loser lane, inbetween the lorries and the other cowering English tourists.
So, tomorrow, I have a one hour TV show here on HSE24 at 12 lunchtime (11am GMT).
And then we are off the hook and set to have a little mini break.
A mooch round Munich, a trip to Herrenchiemsee, King Ludwig’s pad, and maybe even a drive down to Austria. Perhaps we’ll let Mum drive….
I remember when she was learning to drive. One day, she came in from a lesson and told us that the instructor had hit her round the head. “What?!” we gasped, “Why?!” “Well, he told me to go right round the roundabout, so I vent right round the roundabout” . He should have known when she had to write L on her left hand and R on her right hand before every lesson….
Yeah. She can have a go tomorrow. She is the only person I have ever known to not reverse her car. Ever. Never ever. She doesn’t do reverse. Nie rückwärts!
Lots of love