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The ingenuity adopted in manoeuvring this caravan out of the tight spot is worthy of two minutes of your time. At least.
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Look and learn…
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The ingenuity adopted in manoeuvring this caravan out of the tight spot is worthy of two minutes of your time. At least.
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Look and learn…
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This is the seating layout for the NCT (National Car Test) Centre I previously mentioned. Fellow attendees marked by letters. Females in pink. Males red.
The TV is blaring, showing Sky News broadcasting live from the UK house of commons where half a dozen half asleep politicians are trying hard not to be disturbed by the animated speaker.
I enter and stand in the place marked ‘IN’ and find myself at a loss… Where do I sit?
My car (the one Mrs. Rumm usually drives) was due for the National Car Test the other week at 11 am.. I should have brought this up sooner on here because it is a good tale, but to be honest it has taken until now for me to calm down enough to be able to recount it:
The test was to be conducted in Blarney, which meant I would have to leave by 10:15 at the very latest if I was to be on time.
If you’re like me this proffers an immediate dilemma: What to do for the morning beforehand? I realise some amongst you (usually women with five kids, three jobs and a law degree) would have no problem working through half a dozen tasks or more, but I’m a procrastinating idiot so none of that was really an option.