All it takes is a stumble and one of you can be out of action. When I suddenly found myself sitting on my ankle on a well maintained National Park pathway no one would have been more surprised than me. But a broken ankle meant that poor Woody had a three thousand kilometre drive with no assistance except for a whingeing navigator with her leg propped on a cushion.
Now imagine if that had been Woody with the broken ankle and if I wasn’t able to tow the caravan. We really would have been up that proverbial creek.
Someone once remarked with surprise when they saw a girlfriend of mine reversing her caravan. She countered with “It’s a damn sight easier than the horse float was!”
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How rotten. I hope it heals soon. Make the most of your enforced leisure though …..
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Oh thank you but that one is long behind me now.
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I hope you recover soon. (I wonder if it’s too late for me to replace that stolen driving licence)
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Thanks Derrick but that thankfully is long behind me. At least it was a lesson in crutches.
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🙂
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It always surprises me the women who just expect they’ll never have to drive. Foolish, I think.
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Indeed.
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Good girlfriend hey
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