||[Aug. 2nd, 2004|01:59 pm]
The Love Bug
Wow, what a weekend this has been!!|
Supposed to go to Swindon... car broke down... no Swindon.
Got hire car... went to Reading... bought cameras... band practice... housewarming
Church service at Slough... Bristol... church service at Slough
Well, on Friday evening, we were due to be going to Swindon to the wedding reception of one of my work colleagues. On the way home from work, Caroline noticed that the car was running hotter than usual. I dismissed it as we had been sitting in traffic for a while, and it did cool down when the traffic jam passed. However, by the time we got home, the temperature was close to 100 degrees... which is unheard of in our car. So, we had a look under the bonnet, and lo and behold there was water coming out of the side of the engine. There are no hoses in the vicinity of the leak, and it seemed to be on a join where two parts of the engine came together, so I assumed that the head gasket had blown outwards. Unlikely, but certainly a possibility. We needed to be sure, so we called out the RAC and the patrolman also said that it might be the head gasket, although he was concerned that the head gasket would have blown on a car that has only done 40-odd thousand miles. Anyhoo, because we have Onward Travel on our RAC membership, it meant that I was eligible for a hire-car. Result! :o) However, no car meant no Swindon. Tad miffed was I.
I took a leisurely walk down to the car hire place (about 1½ miles away) to pick up the hire-car... dreading what we might get. We needed a relatively meaty car to fit my bass amp in (I'll explain that later), so we didn't really want a Ford Ka or owt like that. So imagine my glee when I was presented with a Vauxhall Astra 1.6 5-door! :o) So we have that until Tuesday morning courtesy of the RAC, although I have arranged an extension. So if our Peugeot isn't fixed by then, I can keep the Astra at my own expense for as long as necessary. After I'd got the hire-car, I drove (slowly) to the Peugeot garage in High Wycombe with Caroline driving the Peugeot (very slowly) behind me. We dropped the Peugeot off for repair. They didn't think it was the head gasket, suggesting it was more likely to be the water pump. To be honest, I don't care as long as it doesn't cost the earth to fix!!!
From High Wycombe we went straight to Reading to make a couple of purchases that Caroline had already hinted at in one of her previous posts. when we came out of Reading, we were the proud owners of two Fujifilm Finepix S7000 Zoom digital cameras. Absolutely top pieces of kit, and I'll be posting some pictures from it later on this evening. :o)
So, then we went to St Andrews for band practice for Sunday. I play bass guitar. We were there for about 4 hours, and it was great fun! :o)
Then we went to a housewarming for a friend of ours in Woodley. That was fun to start with, but when some fun with small water bombs became
jugs bowls buckets hoses, we decided to leave whilst we were still dry!!
Sunday started well with the band performing at the morning service at St Andrews. Most songs went without a glitch, except when I had to start a song with a bass riff, I started on the wrong string, thus starting the song in the key of C instead of G! Oops!! :o)
After the service, we headed straight to Bristol (100 miles) to meet up with emsee, saltedpeanuts and terryc. We originally parked up at Templemeads, as suggested by Marcus, and then learned they were at @Bristol. Because we only had about 2 hours to spare in Bristol, we drive over to @Bristol and parked up there instead. We eventually met up with the others amongst the crowd of screaming kids kicking water at each other, and us!! We'd met Marcus before so it was great to see him again. We hadn't met Eve or Terry previously, and we got on really well. We started off in the Pitcher and Piano with a couple of drinks and compared cameras! :o) Then we moved on to the Earl of SomethingOrOther ship and had a nosey around, whilst everyone else was in danger of falling overboard trying to see the Newfoundland Longhair dogs rescuing daft-arsed people from the cold River Avon as a part of the demonstration they were doing. It was the Bristol Harbour Festival, you see, and it was a job to move from one place to the next without treading on something or someone. I got in an argument with a teenage girl to seemed to take offence to me climbing up a ladder to get to a higher level on the ship. I remained smug, because they were trying to go down the same ladder. The 'Up' ladder! :oD
Then, just as we were starting to really enjoy ourselves, it was time to part company. We really enjoyed the day, it was just a shame that it was so short. But with a promise that we would meet up again soon, we went our separate ways. There were a couple of notable absences from the group, namely novemberbug, cheekyjim, bluelotus and gloi, but hopefully circumstance will allow them to be there the next time we all plan to meet up.
We then had to head back to Slough again (another 100 miles) to perform in the evening service at St Andrews.
Suffice it to say that by the time we got home, we were ready to sleep! :o)