Jim
Ringleader
I awoke this morning with a tongue doing a great impression of Gandhi's left flipflop. I sat up and shivered, it was cold like there was a window open, a strange smell permeated the air. My head was heavy, I was tired and groggy. A quick scan of the Motorhome and something was wrong, where was I? I'd woken in a tiny Motorhome.
My senses caught up with me, I was in my Motorhome, but the first nights sleep with the slide in for months and the pictures were wrong. I was used to much more space. . Then I remembered yesterday's 6 hour drive, the chicken curry Sian had cooked last night and the wine, that I supposed accounted for the smells and the tongue.
Morning all....We've survived another night on a motorway aire.
My senses caught up with me, I was in my Motorhome, but the first nights sleep with the slide in for months and the pictures were wrong. I was used to much more space. . Then I remembered yesterday's 6 hour drive, the chicken curry Sian had cooked last night and the wine, that I supposed accounted for the smells and the tongue.
Morning all....We've survived another night on a motorway aire.
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