Big day for Noush,
Locked the door on her first house and left behind friends and the place she
has lived for 9 years.
Still, we're off.
Car deposited with
Dave in deepest darkest Essex. Dave couldn't be arsed to provide refreshment
despite having not seen him for bloody years. He went to the Cinema
with his OH.
On the way to
Dover the fuel gauge has decided to make rapid progress towards the
empty side. Houston we have a problem - again.
Turns out when
we arrive that the Van has sprung another (yes, another) leak. This
time we lost half a tank of diesel between Essex and Dover.
It's 11.30pm,
there is a massive puddle of black stuff underneath the Van. Oh shit, are we
going home already??
The
fourth emergency service are summoned.
Top bloke has
turned up and fixed the leak which apparently wasn't done properly in the first
place. Thanks Capel Motors in Sheffield.
12.30pm - looks
like we may make northern France. Warm glass of white to celebrate. (No the
fridge doesn't work either)
Good bye blighty.