Thursday September 23rd
Well I spent a night in Gasoline Alley in a strange village.(That really was the name.) It was quite strange really as Mary had taken all the little friends with her so I felt abandoned. Actually the kind man at the VW garage had sorted out my brake problem and had me all fixed, but they all took off up to London to go to Galleries and the Opera on Wednesday and got back far too late to pick me up.
Yesterday Sue had called into a garden centre and bought a pond that was never going to fit in her VW Touran. So Mary suggested that after they picked me up we could follow her to the garden centre and put the pond in my vast interior. So Sue took a longer lunch break than usual and they set off. Alan had got out cash to pay my hospital bill and it turned out to be very reasonable. I knew I would win that mechanic over in the end. Mary was so impressed she took him a bottle of French wine out of the travelling cellar and a little souvenir from NZ which he seemed pretty chuffed about.
The garden shop was actually miles in the other direction but we eventually got there and loaded the pond in. It certainly needed a vehicle of my size and stature to transport it back to Sevenoaks. Of course it had started to rain by now, the good weather was rather short lived. So when they got me safely backed into the drive and got the pond out they spend the rest of the afternoon sorting their stuff and repacking me ready for another adventure tomorrow.
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