Suffolk Shrimper In Dorset
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Like to get to games about an hour beforehand - easier parking and a pint in the Shrimpers.
Set out from Hadleigh, Suffolk at 5.40pm, borrow wifey's car as easier on juice. Fill up just north of Col******r with some of that optimax stuff, meant to be kinder for engines. Bollox it is, two miles further down the A12 the fuel injection light comes on and we start to loose power, so have to head back home, just limping in.
It's now 6.40pm. Wave to wifey, tell her that her car is nuttsed up and shes got to walk tomorrow, jump in mine and its back down the A12. Not now thinking about fuel economy we manage to get to Southend at 7.40pm, by some fluke park near the ground, and get to our seats as the game kicks off.
Half time and I'm thinking I should have stayed at home, though never give up and this way I have four hours less grief re 'why can't I use your car?' etc.
As we all know, it's a happy ending at The Hall. And back home in Suffolk I've tactically placed myself in the study until she nods off. Tomorrow's another day for sorting out the car, writing a stroppy letter to Shell, etc. I expect this evening has cost me a good couple of hundred squid on car repairs and a few brownie points lost when trying to justify why my son and I need to spend a day in Doncaster etc. But who cares...the Fred-meister is back with a vengance.
Up the Blues
Set out from Hadleigh, Suffolk at 5.40pm, borrow wifey's car as easier on juice. Fill up just north of Col******r with some of that optimax stuff, meant to be kinder for engines. Bollox it is, two miles further down the A12 the fuel injection light comes on and we start to loose power, so have to head back home, just limping in.
It's now 6.40pm. Wave to wifey, tell her that her car is nuttsed up and shes got to walk tomorrow, jump in mine and its back down the A12. Not now thinking about fuel economy we manage to get to Southend at 7.40pm, by some fluke park near the ground, and get to our seats as the game kicks off.
Half time and I'm thinking I should have stayed at home, though never give up and this way I have four hours less grief re 'why can't I use your car?' etc.
As we all know, it's a happy ending at The Hall. And back home in Suffolk I've tactically placed myself in the study until she nods off. Tomorrow's another day for sorting out the car, writing a stroppy letter to Shell, etc. I expect this evening has cost me a good couple of hundred squid on car repairs and a few brownie points lost when trying to justify why my son and I need to spend a day in Doncaster etc. But who cares...the Fred-meister is back with a vengance.
Up the Blues
