Going down to Cornwall this Weekend to see Son & Family, He & His wife Kayna returned from Kenya last year to start a business and a Family which Produced our 1st Grandchild, Logan. (See Avatar)
We talk regularily and often Scype, Mrs P says she could eat him (Logan that is ) and cries but I do try to make sure that we get down there every month or so .
Last time down I decided it would be nice to take the Fossils as it would be nice to have 4 generations all in one place.
Now I will admit I do drive a bit fast, Dad however is the type that doesn’t do over 55 on the Motorway (And yes he wears a hat) He also talks incessantly and randomly, Mum wasn’t too bad, she just sat in the back with a huge bag of sweets making munching noises and occasionally making comments like,
“it’s a long way isn’t it” (Poor love thought she was going to Blackpool)
And,
“All this used to be fields when I was a Girl”
“ Mum this is Birmingham, Have you ever been to Birmingham?”
“No love its very nice though”
Anyway about 2 hours into the journey Dad had just finished a long monologue about “Shovels Haskins” (An old mate, Regimental Goalkeeper, Big Hands) when he changed tack with “Well son how long have you been driving again?”
I couldn’t resist it
“The Doc told me I could Yesterday so I thought I would give it a go WHOOPS WHERE DID THAT BLOODY LORRY COME FROM?”
At the same time I leant forward and screwed my eyes up to peer out the windscreen.
Perfect silence for the next 200 miles
“Whats the matter with father?” my son said as we loosened his grip on the dashboard on arrival.
Do you think they will want to go with us again?
Paul