Three for a pound love ! You know how it is you have a really important business meeting to attend, you've even washed your hair and put on your favourite undies ! - and you definitely don't want to be late, especially if the meeting is with the boss of Stockport Market (more of the market later in the week).
Well I was in just that position on Friday, sat in Tarzan's car we left in good time (or so we thought) and then it just turned into a scene from Beadles About.
The drive from New Mills into Stockport normally takes 15-20 mins outside rush hour, not so if you have some flat capped octogenarian at the wheel of a Saab Turbo driving in front of you for 10 miles (why he was driving at all let alone a 'Turbo' is beyond me) - anyway with an average speed only slightly quicker than a Shopmobility electric wheel chair we screeched into the car park next to Stockport Market - ran at break neck speed to the car park machine, fed it the right money and it ate it, then laughed at us and went 'out of order' - next stop another car park machine and at last success and we were on our way again. Just 200 metres to go and a clear path - or so we thought - until every 'lovely old lady' in Stockport, linking arms with other old ladies step into our way, we dodged left, we dodged right, we jumped over them and around them eventually arriving at the Market Hall just about on time !
Phew - I wonder how we will get on in our meeting !!
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