We took the Rainbows Guides 10 pin Bowling tonight for a Christmas Treat. It was hectic, beyond belief. 14 rather excited 5 year olds throwing balls around and giggling.
The real problem came though when we got their shoes back. The bowling alley staff had just chucked them all in a huge pile and we had to match child to shoe. It was worse than the bloody Guardian sudoko puzzle.
On the way home, I was sat there quietly driving thinking about tomorrow when Abby suddenly pipes up. "Top gear was good last night"
WTF? Top Gear? Since when has Miss drama teen 2005 watched Top Gear?
"They had to buy cars for about 10 grand and see if they could drive them from Bristol to Slough" she informs me.
"The red one didn't get far and the black one blew up and the green one............." Ah her description of cars matches mine I see.
"Abby" I said "10 grand is a lot of money (you sure it wasn't £10)... I'm damned sure I'd want a 10 grand car to get me further than bloody Slough"
Anyways... Whatever it was... It was 'good'
We drove through Trimming Alley. A renown road in our area that decorates very early and very OTT for Christmas. Light Pollution Road.
One house must have every outdoor set of lights on the market. It's hideous.
Abby told me that one night last year their illustrious father collected them both to take them out. They thought he was going to actually do something fun with them, like Christmas shopping.
No, instead he drove them around the streets of Bristol looking at these garishly decorated houses.
What's worse than having a house so thick with lights you can't see the brickwork?
Yep, doing a tour of the local streets to see these monstrosities.
Yes, Pratdad strikes again.
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They were an old Ferrari, Maserati and Lamborghini from the 1970's (or maybe 80's), hence they still cost close to £10K and they lasted about five minutes at the hands of Clarkson et al. A mighty waste of £30K of license payers money. They must be taking a leaf of old Phoney Blairs book.
Good to see a young girl interested in cars as more than just a simple form of transport.
Cars are for young girls anyway. Real men drive vans.
white van men shunt into the back of poor women's cars because they think they own the roads and don't pay attenton.
We white van men have a thing about shunting into the back of things in general, especially women's.
Assume you refer to your accident. Heard anything about that yet?
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