CAMPERVAN-K: Birthday Girl
Updated: May 27
Well, it’s my birthday. And as a 'Happy Birthday to Me', I’ve bought a campervan!
Was it the wrong decision? Only time will tell.
The thing is, I’m excited. The drive from Oxford to Worcester was a pleasant one. No accidents, but without a satnav, it was made doubly difficult! I really had to pay attention to the road ahead and the signs. The signs, which I couldn’t see very well as they’re not lit up anymore and they’re dirty with road dust and grime.
No one bothers to clean them anymore.
I managed to get there, but what was supposed to be an hour long journey, took me from 6pm to 9.30pm. Not good. Not right. Not comfortable.
The buying process took longer than I expected. But Jon was patient enough, bless his woolly walking socks. He took me for an intimate tour of his van, told me where everything was and showed me the...
clean water tank and input
waste water tank and output
240v hook up point
blah, blah, blah
It was all going in one ear and out the other, because the only thing I could hear was my heart thumping really, really loudly. I wish I had recorded his instructions so I could remember the instructions! But...
Anyway, we sat down in his office and proceeded to get the banks in order. My, did they take their time! Then I sorted the tax and insurance and then, finally, after all that...
The Van was Mine!!!
I must admit to being a little nervous. I drove it away carefully, having to reverse it out of the small space he had it parked in - which wasn't easy. Then I drove through the Oxfordshire countryside, in the rain along a dark road all the way to Worcester - withut a SatNav I must remind you!
"Mum?" I called from my mobile when I eventually managed to park in a layby, "I'm coming up to see you.
"Now," I said, "and I'm coming in my campervan. Could you ask if there's somewhere for me to park, as it's rather large."
"What?" she sounded shocked, "You've bought it?" then I heard her shout to my stap-father, "She's only gone and bought one!"
"Bought what?" I heard him shout back.
"A bloody campervan!" my mum replied.
You see, I had told so many people I was going to buy one and everyone I spoke to kept trying to put me off of the idea. "What on earth do you want one of those for?" was the standard response.
I got fed up of giving them answers they wanted to hear, so I didn't say anymore. Somehow, I couldn't be put off the idea. It was in me and I had an urge to get one - an urge that just wouldn't settle.
When I arrived, late, at my parent’s house, my step father directed me to a lucrative spot for parking where I left it for the weekend. Being a caravan man in days of old, he was as excited as I was. His eyes sparkled with delight as he peered at everything.
What a wonderful relief. My parents didn't think I was actually going to buy it until I turned up with it.
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