All posts tagged: driving

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 …

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 …

Car Trouble

We always have car trouble, the Greek God(zilla) and I. But up until last week, the SatNav has always been the one thing to cause it.  The Greek God(zilla) has had many a fallout with the NavMan.  I have tried to defend him on many occassions, but ever since he directed us the wrong way down a one-way street, I feel he has brought the wrath of the Greek God(zilla) all upon himself. I have tried not to take sides, but they can no longer even be in the same room together.  I can only be seen out with the NavMan when the Greek God(zilla) is not with me and when I am out with the Greek God(zilla), I am not allowed to even mention the NavMan name.  I’m sure they’ll make up just as soon as I work out how to download the updated software and the Greek God(zilla) works out how to follow the voice prompts, but until then we will just have to make do with my husband’s internal sense of direction… which is …

Near Miss

A scary thing happened in the car on the way home from work last week. I almost hit a cyclist. It was dark, it was raining and I just did not see him, and I have not been able to stop thinking about it since. I had stopped at a set of traffic lights, about 3 cars back.  Up in front, I could see there had been a minor traffic incident involving two other cars.  The cars were stationery in the road and I could see that both drivers had gotten out of their cars, I guess to inspect damage and exchange details. The cars in front of me at the lights starting indicating left to manoeuvre around them and I prepared to follow suit. I looked in the rearview mirror and the wing mirror as I signalled left, but could not see anything coming. Suddenly I heard a loud voice outside, which caused me to slam the brakes on fast.  It was then that I saw the cyclist whizz past me. Shaking, I slowly moved around the parked cars and …