November 29, 2010
The Dear Leader,
with his son and heir watching and learning, has been reminding his neighbours
lately that it’s best to leave North
Korea
Which is a
particular concern since our own Number One Son is just next door in South Korea
Luckily he’s
miles from the action, since he wouldn’t be able to run away very fast with his
broken toe. But what kind of a mother would I be if I didn’t worry just a bit?
On the home
front, another worry has been looming ever larger since we went on a little
jaunt to a dealership in Poole this week. It’s
called a Hymer. How on earth am I going to drive such a monster?
Turns out my
husband had never even considered the cute camper vans I’d spent hours looking
up on the internet. They were, he pointed out, an unrealistic – not to mention
claustrophic - option for two adults plus dog to spend a whole year in.
An afternoon
spent clambering in and out of a couple of dozen motorhomes to explore some more
commodious possibilities promised to be fun. But a) it was freezing and my feet
went dead, and b) every blessed one had a different internal layout, leaving me totally
bamboozled.
So many questions
I hadn’t considered. Will we need an oven? Many European-made motorhomes don’t
have one. But could we live without, say, roasting a chicken for 12 months? Or
even (look away now, healthy eaters) heating up a supermarket pizza?
Do we want one
with a bed that pulls down from the cab roof to give us more floor space? Or
would it be better to have one with a fixed bed platform overhead so we could
use it for storage and sleep on the seats?
Can we afford
what it looks increasingly likely that we will require – a small house on
wheels? Can we afford the fuel it will guzzle at 25 miles per gallon?
And most pressing
of all, can I visualise myself at the wheel of such a behemoth? No I can’t. When
I sit in the driving seat I can’t see out of the back. I’ll have to rely on the
wing mirrors – which are, admittedly, massive. Good lord, this is scary.
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