Updated: Oct 4, 2020
There’s one thing that’s been bothering me the past couple of days and that is:
I moved the van from the back car park to the front yesterday and felt that the tyres needed pumping up. They seemed a little flat to me.
So, I’ve been researching ways to get that done. There’s a tyre place about six miles down the road, so I’ll nip in there to ask if they can help me. Or I could go to Pinchbeck’s, as they seemed quite helpful. They might be able to let me know what to do and how to do it.
I nipped down the road, and the place is closed. I mean, out of business
Also, yesterday, I popped into a very big Tesco in Winchester, just off the A34. I spent a ton of money – again. On plastic storage boxes and tinned and boxed up food. I know I will probably not need half of it, but at least I’ve got it so I can use it if need be.
I’ve also got to clean the damned van and I don’t know how to get on to the top, as that solar panel probably needs a wipe.
It’s so tall I can’t get on top of it!
And there are some little presents left by the birds on there, and it’s got a bit dusty too!
I guess, once I’ve figured a way of doing all these things, I’ll be happier in my mind. But, right now, it’s kind of stressing me out.
It’s kind of like when you begin to learn to drive
You’re wondering where all the controls are and all the switches and knobs and handles and levers, and then… all of a sudden… it kicks in and it’s stored into your memory banks like you’ve known it all along.
But, right now…
The thing is, Game of Thrones is about to finish, I’m living in a horrible place and the van is offering me an ‘out’.
I made a trip to the garage before I left. Just to make sure. The tyres were apparently ok. They were overinflated if anything. A good friend on Facebook said that they needed to be 58psi.
The tyre pressure gage at the garage only had Bars on it which only made life more difficult. But, with trouble comes help. Everytime.
The lady behind the desk at the garage, Sue, told me to go into the workshop, smile, bat my eyelashes and ask them politely to help me.
I joked with her that my lids wouldn’t bat like hers did
She laughed and said they would help me anyway.
I walked in and asked for help. Sure enough, Sue was right. He came out and did it all for me.
I even offered to pay, but he didn’t want it
I asked if this garage could service it and he said
“It’s way too big for our workshop. Why don’t you try Titchfields?”
When he launched into an explanation as to how good they were, I didn’t have the heart to tell him I had already been and that they weren’t very helpful. In fact, obtrusive and obstructive would be the phrase I would use about the man who gave me details about how difficult it was to get someone to service a campervan nowadays. Stressed me out somewhat.
I’ll have to go onto that tried and trusted online friendline, Facebook, to ask around for a habitation and mechanical servicing garage.
There must be at least one in the whole country?
There are millions of these kinds of vans on the road. I know I will have to learn to do it myself, if only there was some kind of course available that I could sign up to, to learn stuff about the van.
Will have to check that one out.
Kaye is a freelance publisher, author and certified psychotherapist with over three decades of experience. She is also a writer for various blogs about writing, publishing, travelling and health care.
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