OMG

 Living with Dave can be exhausting because he starts his day at 5 a.m. and is busy until 6.30 pm when he falls asleep in front of the telly. It can be taxing in other ways too, that I won’t go into now, but there is no-one who is more hard working and helpful. And no one with whom I’d rather be stranded on a desert island. 

Yesterday he started ironing at 5.30 a.m., then went out for his daily 40 minute morning walk and then baked oatcakes, bread and parkin. Meanwhile I managed to wake up, write the blog, and set off for the ALDI shop, followed by errands in Bakewell.

When I do the ALDI shop I always place Dave’s trays of yogurt on the back seat, and the bags of other stuff on the floor. I have been doing this for several years. As you know, he eats gallons of yogurt a week, 

so sometimes I bring home 24 LARGE cartons of natural yoghurt and sometimes fewer. Yesterday I bought twelve, so there were two of those thin clear plastic packaging trays on the back seat. Full.

Unfortunately on the way home I met a huge lorry coming through a bridge in the middle of the road, after a bend, and had to brake suddenly. Both trays of yoghurts slid off the seat, with the cartons flying everywhere. Two fell into the front of the car, with one bursting open in the passenger footwell and and one under my feet and the pedals. There were cars behind me, so I limped on for fifty yards and then managed to pull over, and hawk the carton out of my footwell. I got home a few minutes later and ran into the kitchen (screeching probably) where the parkin was just going in the oven, and told Dave what had happened. 

He came outside to see, and was horrified, as I was. You know those scenes in Law and Order where the investigative team shines ultra violet light on a very bloody murder scene? It looked like that inside the front of the car. Yogurt was splashed everywhere, even filling the socket where we plug in our satnav. We both set to work with water and floorcloths and the only thing Dave said was “Next time, put the yoghurts in the boot.” That’s it. I did do a lot of wiping up, but then he made me sit down and have a mug of tea because I was so jittery.

Surprisingly only two 500 gm. yoghurts were damaged in the course of this misadventure. 

Bringing home the yoghurt when our car was being fixed.

Guess who, on a visit from Colorado