Warming Up

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First leg of our trip to Cornwall today, heading for a stopover at mum and dad's in Cheddar. It was one of the smoothest journeys we've had to Somerset and the only really notable thing that happened was in Luton.

We became aware of the fact that a car a few vehicles ahead of us was belching out exhaust fumes. We drove through a big cloud of the stuff and it stunk out our car. As we approached a roundabout the spurting turned into more of a blanket. The white van behind the car disappeared in a cloud of white smoke. Was this actually exhaust fumes or was there a fire?

The car went right at the roundabout and a few seconds later we went straight on and roundabout looked like a 1980s pop video that had gone extra crazy on the dry ice. I watched the car responsible driving up the road, apparently not worried about the Whacky Races style smokescreen it was creating behind it.

Did the driver eventually pullover and maybe try to escape the smouldering automobile before it exploded? I didn't hear a bang or read anything about it on the news. But it was Luton and if they reported all the crazy shit that happens here there would be no time for news from anywhere else.

Dad seemed in relatively good form today and luckily I'd rung mum to tell her of our progress as it turned out that she thought we were coming to see them tomorrow. She'd had time to get some salmon out of the freezer for dinner. And if her cooking for us all wasn't enough, she also played Phoebe at badmington in the evening. Not for too long. But I hope that I am still nimble enough to play racquet sports when I am 89. Or that my children will be prepared to do a Weekend at Bernies with my corpse and make it appear that I am as active and fit as my incredible mum.