Poor planning on my partDoubly poor since I hadn’t the common sense to let Deb to review my itinerary beforehand. forced me behind the wheel of an automobile in England on this trip. I had a noon departure on Sunday and getting from Norwich back to Heathrow by noon on a Sunday started with a 5:05am bus and took three or four connections to arrive just barely in time. Better I should rent a car, I decided.
Despite my considerable trepidation, not mollified in the slightest by the fact that I was starting at 7:00a after a couple of hours sleepI think it’s the nicest thing anyone behind an airline checking counter has ever said to me. It’s an almost civilized way to fly. on a transatlantic flight, it was mostly fine. Only once did I almost pull out in front of a car approaching from the right.
Shifting with my left hand was…different. It’s a good thing the pedals are the same way around or I think it would be impossible. The first couple of roundabouts got my adrenaline going too, but I had the hang of it by the fifth or sixth.
Happily, the driving rain held off until after I reached my folks place. I needed to stretch my legs, so Dad and I went for a walk in it. We looked like drowned rats, but this little toad was right in his element.
After we got him off the road, that is.