I feel it was an interesting weekend. Some of it I don’t want to repeat, but mostly it was good fun and the kind of things you should do at weekends if you slave all week in an office. It started yesterday afternoon when my brother arrived, and we spent two hours in a car driving round south London roads to get across the river and on to the M11 motorway. It’s not the easiest thing from South West London and should really start another rant about the state of London’s roads, but I am too tired for that! (It’s also good to see somebody else wondered what the strange tower was)
Arriving in Takeley for a family christening, and all is well. It is nice to see some of the family members I do not see too often. We had planned to leave around 8pm and head back to SW17, but we were having a good time and partied until 11pm. It’s hard partying and drinking only water, but I still had a good time.
So, off we set. 10 minutes on the M11 and the radiator overheats; I lose all power on the car and just about manage to get it onto the hard shoulder before it grinds to a halt in the middle of the carriageway. Then, 50 minutes later, a bloke from the RAC arrives and, without really looking at the engine because he can tell it would do no use, loads the car onto the back of the truck and me & my brother into the cab for the ride south. Then we hit the Blackwall Tunnel. At 1am (Sunday) we are caught in a traffic queue for an hour as traffic tries to negotiate one lane in the tunnel (cue for another rant about London traffic). Eventually, the car is unloaded outside my house at 2.45am (with apologies to all my neighbours who would have been woken up by the noise).