Backwards In High Heels

Battery Recharge required

Having a few energy level problems at the moment so the poor blog keeps getting put on the back burner!

One great thing this week - Lynne, one of my best friends came for a visit. It is the first time we have seen each other in 18months as she moved to Australia at the start of '05. Since then she has got engaged so it was time to ooh and ahh over her ring but on the whole the strangest thing was the feeling I'd only seen her yesterday. Of course we have email and the phone but it isn't due to being able keep in touch by those means. There is something about real friends which can make them turn up after an hour or a year and time has no meaning (how very Doctor Who I sound).

She probably won't be living back in the UK for two years but I didn't weep and wail when I said my goodbyes this time, as I had when she first left for Oz, as I know realise (quite frighteningly) that time really will fly.

Whilst she was here we went out for an Indian meal at a restaurant in my town which she insists is the greatest in the land. Funny, I had never been even though it is on my doorstep. She has opened the door to a dangerous world for me. It was indeed superb, beyond superb it was currylicious. Now it's all well and good when you just have the odd Indian meal on your year and half trip from Oz but what about me, I am at the mercy of temptation under a mile. My hand is hovering over the phone for a takeaway delivery...some things are just too damn good!

I Hope His Surname Isn't Spray

I touched upon the unusual names people land their tots with before.  And for some reason I always seem to meet, or rather get run down by, these little darlings in Asda. Last week's trip into Asda once again threw up a playmate for Tequila and Thespian.

Mace. In fairness this was a fair name as he belted into my ankles and brought tears to my eyes. Not a name I've heard of before though it does appear on some baby name lists I see. Personally, for the child in question I would have gone a step further if they so desired a unique moniker and called him Truncheon Nutmeg.

Who's Been Sleeping In My Bed?!

Last year we flew out to Ireland to meet up with Gran & Uncle John who were already holidaying over there. They adore Ireland and as last year was Gran’s 80^th she decided she’d like us to join them for the last weekend and we would all go together to Mondello Park for the British GT race. None of ‘my’ drivers were competing which on one hand was a shame but on the other it was quite nice as I got to be a bog standard spectator for the weekend and show Gran & Uncle John around the paddock where I ply my trade.

We stopped in the most entertaining guest house not far from the circuit, imagine Fawlty Towers crossed with Father Ted and you are more than half way there.

We had a lovely weekend, and I fell in love with Ireland and the people there.

Fast forward to this year. Ryan was competing at Mondello Park this past weekend in the British GT. I had been hoping to go but couldn’t mug anyone get everything arranged in time.

Ryan came back yesterday and phoned up with the weekend report and we got on to his hotel which his team had arranged. ‘It was like Fawlty Towers’ he said and thus started the conversation.

Ryan: We stayed in a place called Newbridge

Me: I stayed in Newbridge last year!

Ryan: A funny guest house called ‘Irish Fawlty Towers’*

Me: I stayed at ‘Irish Fawlty Towers’. Hang on, did you and your family get a three bedded room?

Ryan: Yes

Me: At the end of the house, first floor…

Ryan: At the end of the wooden corridor, over looking the car park, room 20

Me: I stopped in room 20! I had the bed closest to the bathroom

Ryan: So did I!

Of all the beds in all the world he had to sleep in mine.

All talk of work and race cars was put on the back burner, it was time to compare notes of staying at the guest house where entertainment was literally built in.

I hope they changed the sheets since I was there.

"Driver in same bed as PR" is a scandal not new to motorsport but usually they are there at the same time – we like to be different.

I love coincindences.

* name changed to stop you all booking in to sleep in the same bed as me.

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