All posts tagged: car

The Last Time… maybe

‘Bollocks’ I thought to myself as the Greek God(zilla) called up to me for the fourth time that morning. I lifted my head slowly up from the mascara stained pillow beneath it, and tried to focus my vision on the powder pink clock just out of arms reach away. 8.30am. I took a sip from the cold mug of tea beside me and wondered why the room was spinning. We were due to be driving to Devon in 30-minutes time.  Although, you will be pleased to hear that I would be seated firmly on the passenger side, preferably with a bacon sandwich in one hand and a litre of water in the other. Images of Prosecco, music, and dancing in someone else’s kitchen flashed before my eyes. OH MY EYES! I cringed for a few moments before sliding my heavy legs out of bed and steadying myself on rather unsteady ground. A quick glance down and I realised I was still wearing most of last night’s clothes; my jacket lay crumpled in a heap on the bedroom floor and there was a bra …

A MAD Family Day Out at Legoland Windsor

One of the perks of being a MAD Blog Awards finalist this year, was being invited to a family day out at Legoland Windsor. Legoland is dedicated to children aged 3-12, so at almost 4 years-old, Zachy is a good age for his first theme park experience. We left early in the morning and even with the Greek God(zilla) driving, it only took us an hour by car from South London. Obviously, I was still up at 6am with an excited little boy who just wanted to ‘GO NOW, MUMMY!’ When we arrived, we made our way over to the resort hotel.   All the rooms are themed and totally geared towards kids, but a bit too expensive for us to justify for the sake of an extra hour in bed. Especially when that extra hour would still be spent with a 3-year old wedged between us shouting ‘GO NOW, MUMMY!’ So drive we did. After registering, we were given a special lanyard to gain access into the park and a golden wristband each, which meant …

The One Where Yiayia Gets a Flat

Greek Easter Sunday is one of my favourite days of the year.  The Greek God(zilla)’s family throws a big party and invite all of their friends and family over to celebrate.  This year, the party was held for the first time at Griwi Manor, the home of my sister-in-law.  There will have been much planning in the days leading up to the event.  As well as deciding where to set up the barbecue, worrying about how to accommodate 40 people, and what will happen in the event of a torrential downpour – there was also the challenge of making sure that Yiayia put her feet up and did not lift a finger.  We failed dismally.  However, as much as Yiayia loves to help with all the food, I do think that she was secretly pleased not to be burdened with all the washing up, or all the tipsy people dancing in her garden until the early hours. It was a glorious sunny day when we arrived.  The lamb was browning nicely on the barbecue, the drinks were chilling in …

Why Can’t I Do Anything Right?!

The Greek God(zilla) and I often joke about what we will call our autobiographies and this week mine was ‘Why Can’t I Do Anything Right?’, his was ‘I Don’t Give a Monkey’s…’ and Zachy’s is mostly always ‘Do It Again, Mummy/Daddy!’ or ‘NO!’ The Greek God(zilla) is blessed with a ‘don’t care what people think’ attitude, whereas I sometimes feel a bit cursed by ‘do care very very much actually’. This leads to the occasional disagreement over how best to tackle those tricky situations where there is every chance you are going to piss someone right off. For example, I once parked our car outside a neighbour’s house.  Someone else had already nabbed the spot in front of my own, so I just drove slightly up the hill to the next available space. I pulled in to a space big enough for two cars, unstrapped Zachy, perched him on one hip, loaded my free arm with a couple of shopping bags and locked the door behind me. Just as I was about to walk off, our …

Sleepover in Southend

We spent last weekend at my parents house.  They live about an hour and a half’s drive away from us, so obviously it took us 3 hours to get there. Regular readers of this blog will smile knowingly as memories of past posts about Car trouble and driving home for Christmas come flooding back to them.  I do not understand why the Greek God(zilla) does not just let me drive.   For one thing, I am clearly so much better at it. I also have no issue with the Nav Man’s voice, the directions he gives, or the marks the machine leaves on the windscreen.  I do not beep the horn at people walking too slowly across the zebra crossing, nor do I wag my finger at people on the other side of the road who I think are driving too fast.  I do not stare into the car windows of vehicles that pull up beside me to intimidate them into letting me cut in.  I do not shout ‘LEARN TO DRIVE YOU MORON’ at every white van driver/bus driver/taxi …