Oo er did I say that out loud ?? now I’m a classy type of girl so just funnel it in
You have no idea of the trouble Beloved went through to get me this little tipple, it involved a jolly day out at Normous Newark Autojumble of which Mrs P played no part as she was ensconced at ‘The Workplace’ don’t tell her but Beloved, Moo ..AKA ‘Gelfling Grandson’ & myself had a super day out, as well as my beverage, copious amounts of doughnuts were consumed 🙂 When I arrived back at the homestead I logged into blogland only to find out I’d been nominated for ….
Isn’t Mrs Craft a superstar for nominating little old me, because I feel bad Mrs P missed a day out I’m going to get her to do a follow up post, gossiping sharing lots of useless interesting info about herself. Beware though because her mantra is …
Millicent has returned from ‘Mr Garage Owners’ with his blessings for many a happy hours motoring, apparently she in superb condition for a lady of 78, she will never have the performance, comfort or indeed two windscreen wipers of a modern car and as he rightly said she is a “museum piece” Even so I was secretly hoping that he would be able to tweak the brakes
So this leaves me two options as I see it, keep the ‘L’ away from everyone else on the road, or I could get Beloved to walk in front on me waving a white flag warning all and sundry of my arrival and the imminent danger, thing is I don’t actually have a white flag …
This morning a peruse around the country lanes was the order of the day, Millicent purred like a kitten, although I was slightly gutted when the roadside speed check machine had been moved from the next village, I was hoping to see the just how she cruised along
Now it would be totally ridiculous to get up at 5.30 am (when it’s still dark!!) just to spend quality time learning about Millicent ..so I did the decent thing and arose at 5. 35 am, so with my morning cuppa to hand I thought the best thing to do was have a pour over the original ‘Operation Manual’
Just when I thought I wasn’t dilatory I’m beginning have my doubts 🙂 it seems not only do I have to contend with a whole new way of driving a car ..I also have to decode terminology from the late 1930’s ~ *Humph* I can see this taking a while ~Still
Even though Millicent is exempt from a MOT, she is booked in for a full medical with ‘Mr Garage Owner’ tomorrow as Beloved doesn’t have a ramp or inspection pit …yet.
I did sucumb to venture for a little pootle ..lets just say a tractor was catching me up as I drove sedately along !!! Was it fun OH YES !! Was it slightly scary OH YES !! mainly because the brakes leave quite a lot to be desired …Beloved is going to tie a brick to a piece of rope to throw out the door when I need to slow down / stop as it will probably be more efficient
Millicent has been sat patiently in North Yorkshire for 3 of days until Beloved & I could arrange her collection, we decided against driving her home … mostly due to the fact it would take at least a couple of days driving at 40 mph to get her home !!! Oh that and the fact I actually need to learn how to ‘drive’ her first, what with double de- clutching, the fact she only has 3 gears ~ AND reverse being where first gear is on my day to day car it was a big ask … and that’s without causing tailbacks on busy roads
So after 12 hours, a 350 mile round trip Millicent is back at ‘The Cottage On The Green’ Within minutes of arriving home she drew a fan base … I’m sure the fact the cottage is next door to the local hostelry & the locals were partaking of half a shandy on one very beautifully fine early Autumn evening probably helped !! Anyhoo one thing I have learnt is that once folks know I’m her owner, they seem to think I know something about cars …this is a big fat untruth !!!
If at any point I’m boring the heck out of you …..You were warned 🙂
Let me begin by going on the record stating how much I love my Beloved, now that all & sundry are aware of that fact let me move oh so swiftly on as my excitement levels are in major overdrive, when I say I get excited it’s a gross understatement I skip, my attention level is zero, I giggle, in other words I put a 3 yr old to shame with my carrying on,
I also ought to mention I’m seduced by glamour, romance and the bygone era, so just what has turned my head so much that Beloved felt compelled to buy me just to shut me up ??
Only a blooming 1938 Morris 8 series 2 no less
As if the car wasn’t enough …
It has a picnic basket ….A PICNIC BASKET …obviously that wasn’t the deciding factor for me wanting the car ….who am I kidding of…
I don’t claim to know a great deal about antiques, I tend to rely on the best advice I received about buying antiques or vintage items which was …buy what you love, that way your passion will always shine through.
I adore vintage books, whether they be cookery, sewing, household, or reference, and I know time and time again you will hear it’s all about condition … but to me that’s not too highly prized ~ I cherish the human story.
More often than not I follow my heart and buy things that capture my soul due to the subject matter, it’s age or simply because …have I ever been disappointed? I can emphatically shout NO !!! and many a time I get added surprises,
So yes I buck the rules of buying, but in my humble opinion I’m onto a winner and as my Beloved states if I’m happy he’s happy ….the chap is all for a quiet life 🙂
I have a passion for vintage & antique items ..which my Beloved hold testament to, every room in ‘The Cottage’ holds items I treasure, and each one has a story to tell, now sit back have a cuppa to hand and I’ll tell you all about the letters from the front
I bought these letters from an auction in Lincoln, and were from an elderly ladies estate which transpired to be the newborn daughter mentioned in the letters, I only have the notes sent from the husband home to his young wife so really only have half the story. They are just simple observations of the day seen through his eyes.. the weather, asking for socks, the price of a new bicycle his wife wanted to buy ~ at 6 shillings it was outrageous and it was recommended his dear wife buy’s one from the local farmer !!
Mr Link mentions lost comrades in his unit, which were local village lads, as during the first world war villagers enlisted together, as the war drew to an end he writes of his homecoming and how they really ought to get ‘Baby’ christened, he survived the war but unfortunately caught a bad cold just before being demobbed, imagine how a sob caught in my throat when at the bottom of the box along with 2 photographs I came across a black edged mourning card …Mr Links was a casualty of the great 1918 influenza pandemic so never did come home