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A chain reaction leading to mental stress but ending in triumph.
I am getting older... especially mentally... things that have no right to stress me sometimes do... if I let them.
The Story. (Warning... it might be rather long and boring for you.)
I go to refill with gas at my "local" station, just as I have many, many times before.
I pull up only to find that the nozzle has been changed to the Euro/Spanish one.
Bugger.
I see my mate in the shop and have a good moan about change at my age. He laughes and hands over the "new" adapter. I fill with gas but not as smoothly as usual for some reason. New nozzle not as good as the old one IMO.
I hand the adapter back and ask to buy one. He does not have any but they should have some next week. (Yeah right.)
Here I am not sure exactly what happened... whether I knocked the change over thingy or I opened both taps by mistake I don't know. What I do know is that, a few weeks later, I ran out of gas! I went to change to the second bottle but it was empty too. (I NEVER run out of gas.)
Panic... No Coffee For Brekky.
Straight off to the "local" station (17 kms) to fill up. A different lad is in the shop (Sunday). He hands over the bag wth a selection of adapters... the one for UK system is not there. He looks for it and then remembers... a Brit used it but did not return it... grrrrrrrrrr.
I tried a couple more stations... no Brit adapter... so headed back home...
What am I going to do? No gas until I can locate a filling adapter... stress starts... I have a fridge full of stuff... I can get out my Engel compressor fridge as back up... I can cook stuff in my electric oven (using genny)... but where can I get an adapter?...
Light Bulb Moment.
Then it hits me... I have a full 6kgs Gaslow bottle in the old Iveco.
When I get back, it is getting near to kick off time.
I disconnect one of the Hymer bottles TO try the spare one and... DISASTER. The rubber washer AND the "O" ring get/are rather mangled. I do my best to straighten them out... connect up the spare and gas hisses out like an angry snake.
I give up and watch the match (what wonderful, magical winning goal)... then I treat myself to a HUGE roast beef meal with potatoes and onions. Then I watch a film (Revenge... total rubbish)... then I go to bed.
Mind Starts Malfunctioning.
No sleep... keep waking up "where will I get "O" rings and gas washers from? Where will I get an adapter from? Who can I ask? I will have to drive to Coimbra... I might not be able park near shop..."
I toss and turn in bed... over and over again.
As dawn starts breaking my mind begins to work a tad better... I recalled buying some gas bottle washers and "O" rings a couple of years ago from the super duper hardware shop in Silves... where did I put them?
Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.
This a a sign to tidy up some of my stuff while I look for them... I seem to remember a small brown paper bag...
BINGO.
Will they fit? You bet your last shilling they will...
Temporarily connect spare bottle...no leaks... kettle on... first coffee for over 24 hours.
Whilst sipping the coffee, I order an adapter from Amazon. £17 for the item and £58 for express delivery. Outrageous delivery price unless you consider how much diesel and stress and time it would take me to locate and buy one here... of course, when I go back to my local station, they might have a supply in by then... but who cares?
Why, oh why, did I allow myself to get into such stressful panic? At my age I should know better.
Today's crisis is tomorrow's "All Sorted, Aren't I Clever" post on Fun.
If you made it all the way through the post... thank you.
JJ
I am getting older... especially mentally... things that have no right to stress me sometimes do... if I let them.
The Story. (Warning... it might be rather long and boring for you.)
I go to refill with gas at my "local" station, just as I have many, many times before.
I pull up only to find that the nozzle has been changed to the Euro/Spanish one.
Bugger.
I see my mate in the shop and have a good moan about change at my age. He laughes and hands over the "new" adapter. I fill with gas but not as smoothly as usual for some reason. New nozzle not as good as the old one IMO.
I hand the adapter back and ask to buy one. He does not have any but they should have some next week. (Yeah right.)
Here I am not sure exactly what happened... whether I knocked the change over thingy or I opened both taps by mistake I don't know. What I do know is that, a few weeks later, I ran out of gas! I went to change to the second bottle but it was empty too. (I NEVER run out of gas.)
Panic... No Coffee For Brekky.
Straight off to the "local" station (17 kms) to fill up. A different lad is in the shop (Sunday). He hands over the bag wth a selection of adapters... the one for UK system is not there. He looks for it and then remembers... a Brit used it but did not return it... grrrrrrrrrr.
I tried a couple more stations... no Brit adapter... so headed back home...
What am I going to do? No gas until I can locate a filling adapter... stress starts... I have a fridge full of stuff... I can get out my Engel compressor fridge as back up... I can cook stuff in my electric oven (using genny)... but where can I get an adapter?...
Light Bulb Moment.
Then it hits me... I have a full 6kgs Gaslow bottle in the old Iveco.
When I get back, it is getting near to kick off time.
I disconnect one of the Hymer bottles TO try the spare one and... DISASTER. The rubber washer AND the "O" ring get/are rather mangled. I do my best to straighten them out... connect up the spare and gas hisses out like an angry snake.
I give up and watch the match (what wonderful, magical winning goal)... then I treat myself to a HUGE roast beef meal with potatoes and onions. Then I watch a film (Revenge... total rubbish)... then I go to bed.
Mind Starts Malfunctioning.
No sleep... keep waking up "where will I get "O" rings and gas washers from? Where will I get an adapter from? Who can I ask? I will have to drive to Coimbra... I might not be able park near shop..."
I toss and turn in bed... over and over again.
As dawn starts breaking my mind begins to work a tad better... I recalled buying some gas bottle washers and "O" rings a couple of years ago from the super duper hardware shop in Silves... where did I put them?
Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.
This a a sign to tidy up some of my stuff while I look for them... I seem to remember a small brown paper bag...
BINGO.
Will they fit? You bet your last shilling they will...
Temporarily connect spare bottle...no leaks... kettle on... first coffee for over 24 hours.
Whilst sipping the coffee, I order an adapter from Amazon. £17 for the item and £58 for express delivery. Outrageous delivery price unless you consider how much diesel and stress and time it would take me to locate and buy one here... of course, when I go back to my local station, they might have a supply in by then... but who cares?
Why, oh why, did I allow myself to get into such stressful panic? At my age I should know better.
Today's crisis is tomorrow's "All Sorted, Aren't I Clever" post on Fun.
If you made it all the way through the post... thank you.
JJ
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