This week has been rather exciting, as well as eventful! We went on our first holiday with Bubbles, up to the Lake District. Everything was packed neatly in the boot, Bubbles was safely tucked into her travelling cage complete with toys, comfy bed and litter tray, I had a good book (a holiday pre-requisite) so we were off....
.... Twenty miles later the car decided to blow up on the motorway! Not good in a normal situation but utterly terrifying knowing we also had Bubbles on board! Quickly, I called the breakdown service, then we carefully bundled Bubbles into her small travelling carrier which we had taken along with us JUST IN CASE!
She hates being put in her small carrier as it has large associations with visits to the vets, however, she was as good as gold & did not protest once as we clambered out of the vehicle and lurched our way down the steep, grassy embankment away from the dangers of the fast moving traffic.
The breakdown service were absolutely excellent, turning up in just fifteen minutes. I was highly impressed and breathed a large sigh of relief when we were finally on the move again - this time with Bubbles and I riding in the front of the breakdown truck and my other half having the slightly less appealing task of sitting in our old banger, steering under tow, all the way home!
Great minds clearly do think alike because once back at the house, we both announced we thought we should hire a car and still go on the holiday! After all, we had already paid for our accommodation and it seemed silly to let it go to waste. Once again, I was on the telephone; this time ringing round the car hire companies. Yes, there was a car ready straight away.... But it was a little Fiat 500.
"What's one of those?" I wondered, as my other half dashed off with our neighbour to fetch it. A few minutes later I heard a car pulling up so went to the front door to look out. A funky little blue "Bubble car" was waiting outside. I'm sure it was grinning cheekily!
My other half stashed all our luggage quickly in the tiny hatchback. Feeling a weird sense of de ja vu (or maybe feeling like I was in the film "Groundhog Day") we, once again, popped Bubbles into her large, fabric travelling cage. Truth be known I was a little envious of her travelling accomodation, which was rather like a tent and put me in mind of the fun of camping!
So off we zoomed, once again, to the lake District.
When we arrived, I was taken aback at the loveliness of the lodge we had rented. It was only small but warm, clean, modern and just perfect for our short break. To top it off, it had a super view of the lake! Bubbles could spend hours watching the waders and other birds swimming, landing and taking off from the water.
While we were there, she also perfected the art of being a "nosy neighbour"....
