Shed musings...

Day dreaming

Its been a bit of a hectic week -full on Daddy Duties including the dreaded visitation to the  "dark side" well actually its  the "pink tutu side" at the little angels dance school
- I was slightly early  picking up  "dark side angel" -the normal routine is to take her into the building help her into her pink fatigues (whilst avoiding eye contact with all others- painfully aware you are the only person in the building wearing steel toe capped boots) then beat a hasty retreat to do the  "Tescos donut"  run with the two boys,then take in a drive through car wash on the way back to "tutu lair", unfortunately due to the cold weather the car wash was out of order and I found myself (after leaving the two boys in the car listening to Led Zeppelin's Physical Graffiti) -in the "parents waiting room" I managed to resist  the temptation of leafing through the various publications on offer- such as "menopause weekly" and "tat chat" and started to daydream whilst listening to the little pink fairies charge around in attack formation-I was wondering what came first, cup holders in cars or coffee chains? it must have been the coffee chains- we would have no need for cup holders in our cars if it wasn't for the people selling it to us at every opportunity and thus making us drive around with it attached to our dashboards - none of my present  classics have cup holders although a couple I have owned in the past - a Bentley and Rover P5  had  fold down "picnic" tables in the rear- that doesn't really count as someone else would be driving as you tucked into your pickled eggs, scotch pies and various meat based savoury products - I guess its a reflection on our busy life schedules that we need cup holders in our modern cars- in the sixties and seventies we had time to pull over, crack open the tartan thermos and watch traffic from a roadside lay by sipping on lukewarm Maxwell House, thus didn't need the "dashboard mounted  espresso, latte, frappe dispenser"  or was it the fact that driving an older car takes far more concentration and two hands on the wheel to keep it on the road , maybe after 100 miles on dodgy kingpins and worn trunnions you needed the thermos hit to calm your nerves!

My sort of cup holder

Taking the piss..

...more musings later ....