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Tag Archives: Driving
The Hitcher
How was your Christmas? I spent mine gaining weight, mostly. First full day back in Luanda today and the children are enjoying a brief spell of warm weather before returning to the UK next year/month/week. My other main activity over … Continue reading
Driving Around Town
Plan A (before we arrived): “Let’s get a 4×4 and we can drive ourselves everywhere in Luanda just like we did in Riyadh. It’ll be even better Karen because this time you’ll actually be allowed to get behind the wheel … Continue reading
Will He Or Won’t He?
Another little nugget from our weekend trip that deserves an entry all to itself. It’s all happening here: dangerously wide and unmarked load, drivers using the other carriageway to get past, and one guy in particular who thinks he can … Continue reading
Crash
Just ten days after we gave my son Elliot a car for his 18th birthday he goes and crashes it. Firstly and most importantly, he’s OK. Secondly I’m feeling angry, relieved, deflated and sick in equal measure. He didn’t do … Continue reading
Good ‘n’ Bad
So what on earth has been going on in my life to excuse my totally shameless lack of attention to the blog? Well, Life, I guess. Pure & simple. Been pretty busy at work for the last few weeks. Novell … Continue reading
Losing Your Roadkill Cherry
Do you remember your first roadkill? Where? When? What was it? At my age I’ve smacked so many small creatures off the road it’s hard to remember what came first. Having said that, I haven’t hit anything in a few … Continue reading
Amber Gambler
I should know better than to open Karen’s post. Because I work from home I’m usually alone when the mail arrives in the morning, and when an official-looking envelope addressed to Karen dropped on the mat the other day my … Continue reading
