Today I'd arranged to collect unsold pictures from a garden centre cafe in Essex; they'd been on the walls for almost a year . . . a nice idea to get customers who may not go into galleries but not one that worked.
Never mind, you can't win them all. So I thought collecting them on a day Cliff wasn't working and combining with a day out at the seaside would mix a chore with fun. We decided to go to Southend-on-sea, I feel embarrassed to admit that I've never been there! We did some research to find a nice place to have lunch, I packed the binoculars so I could stand on the end of the pier and look at things way out to sea, we might even go into an arcade or have a ice-cream.
BUT . . . it didn't work out as we'd planned . . .
It started well, we were happily driving south through Essex, I decided that the satnav's route along the motorway was a bit long and boring so adjusted for a more scenic one - it took us along a road I'd been to while doing some family history research so I showed Cliff the house and fields I'd told him about last year.
Then we rounded a bend and there was big jolt and a loud bang! Cliff stopped the car and I jumped out to check the car . . . the rear tyre was flat . . . AND . . . the front tyre was flat . . . Aaaaagh!
To cut a long story short - after a long wait, a ride in a truck, lunch in a Harvester opposite the "tyre place" and a detour to get to the garden centre avoiding floods - we had only an hour or so of daylight left in the day.
So we went to Burnham-on-Crouch and had tea and cake . . . and saw the sun set over the estuary.
Apparently we were the third car this morning to hit that pothole and puncture tyres.
I still haven't been to Southend-on-sea.
Hope your weekends are incident free.