Yesterday, I went all the way to Costco. Their car park was busy - I haven’t seen so many moving cars in ages! The humans were queuing all the way down the side of the warehouse. There were marks on the ground two metres apart. Most people seemed to observe “Social Distancing” (whatever that means) but many don’t realise that the 2-metre-rule is in every direction, not just in front of them. Unlike the time Pam took me to Tesco in April - she queued for over 45 minutes - it didn’t take Pam and the Boy long to get into Costco. They were out again within 30 minutes.
The Boy drove me today. I had a bit of a workout. We went to the butcher’s shop near the station, then drove the long way round the back of the RAF base to get home. A whole extra 2 miles! It was lovely to feel the road under my tyres and to hear the radio playing. (I haven’t listened to anything for ages. There’s no cricket or football on the radio and Pam hasn’t played a podcast in me for months!)
I miss long drives. We were meant to be in Normandy this week but nobody can travel. I sit parked at the front of the house, dreaming of the day that Pam and the Boy throw a suitcase in my boot and we drive off, and keep driving until there is no road left. I want to go through the Channel Tunnel and head for places we’ve never been together, maybe even as far as the Czech Republic where I was born. I just want to experience the open road again.
- Lucky.
PS: Don’t tell Frank but I get to go on holidays because I’m more fuel efficient.
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