Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Where there is a will there a way

I get home and wait for my brother to come and give me a hand to fit the roof box to the car. It starts getting dark and then there nothing for it I’ll have to do it myself.

Its a big old box and lets face it no-one would want to drop it on there car. Its a right handful by yourself, but the main problem is that I’m too short to do the furthest away clamps inside the box. Somehow I do it. I probably jumped in the box myself.

He came eventually at 7:30pm and ponder why I was miffed. Box on lights checked it ready to rock and roll. Just got to pack her.


"Nowhere Near The End Of the Rainbow"
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 Near The End Of The Rainbow

An account of something that may one day turn out to be wonderful.......