Well, we finally got out on the road late on Tuesday afternoon, earlier, I'd driven over to the storage site & brought VanessaTu (VanTu) back home to load the vitals & victuals.
It only dawned on me, as I was filling the f/water tank, that, what light there was, was being provided by the street lighting, which ment that, it was, err, dark! Progressing this obvious fact "further up the road" I came to the somewhat worrying conclusion, that, at our planned destination, there would be a total scarcity of tall poles with lamps on their heads,,, east European or otherwise!
Trying not to dwell on this "dark" thought, I hurried Mrs & our 2 Jacks aboard & a few minutes later we'd left the bright lights of Wroxham behind & were heading east,,, on a very dark, quite narrow, and busy road.
Although I've regularly driven "Transit" size vans, VanTu, at 8 by 2.4mts, is a large-ish vehicle, well, it is to me, so I wouldn't say my knuckles were white, but, my mood was in a "concentrated" state. The cab was in darkness, save for the subdued, but reassuring glow from the instrument panel, and it was also quite quiet, due to the fact that I didn't want my concentration disturbed by muse-ik.
So, totally engrossed in the task at hand and seated in an oddly tranquil environ, imagine, if you will, the sheer shock & horror that overwhelmed me when I suddenly heard my wife yell out,,, NO!!!
I can tell you, dear funsters, that at that precise, NO!!! moment, neither Jenson Button nor Lewis Hamilton could have got their foot on the brake pedal faster than yours truly, even more amazing is the fact that my anus nipped shut, BEFORE my foot hit the brake?!!!
Now us Narfukuns rarely blow our own trumpet, the reason being that we get precious little to crow about dun ear in Narfuk, dryvun trakturs, growun turnups un shuvllun shite don prezakluy kreeate much oppurtoonutty fur havvun a blow job, on a trumpet.
But, on this occasion, as they say, the facts speak for themselves; this is one blow job, on my own trumpet, that I fully deserve... The fact is, I'm a gentleman of a certain age; 68 next April, I was driving a large, unfamiliar vehicle on a busy, dark & narrow road, I responded to an unknown emergency with admirable aplomb and skill in the most frenzied of circumstances,,, I brought said fully laden vehicle to a shuddering, but controlled halt, without skidding and causing no injuries, before one could say; "Oh feck, Jenson has overshot the chicane!".
For this gallant act alone I feel that I'm deserving of the blow job, on my own trumpet, but there is an additional meritorious act that I simultaneously completed which, I feel compelled to bring to your attention....... I didn't poop myself!!! Wadda GUY!
Why, I hear you ask, did Mrs cry out, NO!!! ..... Well, its late, and I'm tired. I'll tell ya'awl bout thart nuthhur tyum.
Assur James signnun orf frum dunear in Narfuk. Ass bin rite gud talkun tur'ya arwl,,, no doubt pleasure's bin arwl yours? Eyes hope so anyways?!
It only dawned on me, as I was filling the f/water tank, that, what light there was, was being provided by the street lighting, which ment that, it was, err, dark! Progressing this obvious fact "further up the road" I came to the somewhat worrying conclusion, that, at our planned destination, there would be a total scarcity of tall poles with lamps on their heads,,, east European or otherwise!
Trying not to dwell on this "dark" thought, I hurried Mrs & our 2 Jacks aboard & a few minutes later we'd left the bright lights of Wroxham behind & were heading east,,, on a very dark, quite narrow, and busy road.
Although I've regularly driven "Transit" size vans, VanTu, at 8 by 2.4mts, is a large-ish vehicle, well, it is to me, so I wouldn't say my knuckles were white, but, my mood was in a "concentrated" state. The cab was in darkness, save for the subdued, but reassuring glow from the instrument panel, and it was also quite quiet, due to the fact that I didn't want my concentration disturbed by muse-ik.
So, totally engrossed in the task at hand and seated in an oddly tranquil environ, imagine, if you will, the sheer shock & horror that overwhelmed me when I suddenly heard my wife yell out,,, NO!!!
I can tell you, dear funsters, that at that precise, NO!!! moment, neither Jenson Button nor Lewis Hamilton could have got their foot on the brake pedal faster than yours truly, even more amazing is the fact that my anus nipped shut, BEFORE my foot hit the brake?!!!
Now us Narfukuns rarely blow our own trumpet, the reason being that we get precious little to crow about dun ear in Narfuk, dryvun trakturs, growun turnups un shuvllun shite don prezakluy kreeate much oppurtoonutty fur havvun a blow job, on a trumpet.
But, on this occasion, as they say, the facts speak for themselves; this is one blow job, on my own trumpet, that I fully deserve... The fact is, I'm a gentleman of a certain age; 68 next April, I was driving a large, unfamiliar vehicle on a busy, dark & narrow road, I responded to an unknown emergency with admirable aplomb and skill in the most frenzied of circumstances,,, I brought said fully laden vehicle to a shuddering, but controlled halt, without skidding and causing no injuries, before one could say; "Oh feck, Jenson has overshot the chicane!".
For this gallant act alone I feel that I'm deserving of the blow job, on my own trumpet, but there is an additional meritorious act that I simultaneously completed which, I feel compelled to bring to your attention....... I didn't poop myself!!! Wadda GUY!
Why, I hear you ask, did Mrs cry out, NO!!! ..... Well, its late, and I'm tired. I'll tell ya'awl bout thart nuthhur tyum.
Assur James signnun orf frum dunear in Narfuk. Ass bin rite gud talkun tur'ya arwl,,, no doubt pleasure's bin arwl yours? Eyes hope so anyways?!
