More waiting

After leaving numerous unreturned messages concerning the progress of our purchase, we began to wonder if we had imagined the whole thing. Had we entered a parallel universe where we had behaved recklessly by buying a campervan, where beige and brown were the hip'n'happening colours and the 1970s was the coolest decade ever? Was it all a dream? Did we have to return to the harsh reality of a reliable Ford Focus and a holiday cottage on the Moors with a flushing toilet and hot running water? Jolted out of our bubble, we simply got on with the boring formalities of sorting out documentation, tax, insurance etc. Or rather Tom did; I was back on 'mission festival' in an effort to keep the dream alive. It had become evident fairly early on that it would be a big ask for the campervan to make it all the way to Ireland, not to mention a big expense. So the Electric Picnic was out, for this year at least. However, with near perfect timing, Chris Evans began to hype up his new Children in Need festival- Car Fest. It sounded right up our street (or at least in our part of the country.) Cars galore for Tom, The Great British Bake Off for Barbara, and good bands for us both. Chris Evans had even said on the radio that it was the perfect starter festival for 'festival virgins'. We had to try and get tickets. So, we had two things to look forward to: getting tickets to Carfest and hearing that the campervan had passed its MOT...