10CR sheds and all that -Part 4 and a bit -the very last bit

Plenty of beers started to flow following the arrival of the Trumpet and Drum band -what a laugh ,I was very good and only had a two beers to keep a clear bowel for the next day ,this was following Homers complaints after the Italian full fat pizza (I'm a ceoliac hence no wheat etc otherwise things can get a bit runny and smelly )

Homer got tucked into the beers and took great pleasure in going to the ladies toilets thinking Dames meant gents-knob head ,his impressive one arm sun burn was also providing the busy bar with lots of entertainment

Come the morning a car park fettle session was called for several PI cars needed tweaking one stalwart Club Triumph member and  Lucas PI expert confessed to being "still too full of last nights piss" to carry out delicate metering unit adjustments and handed the tweaking stick to his crew mate

Our car was doing OK just the exhaust blow to add to the noisy idler gears and clunky diff pinion bearing (which was present when we set off but got no worse on the run)
Today's route was mainly motorway or should I say traffic jams  -several times we got bored and took the next exit  just so we could keep moving in the right sort of direction -found some quite nice roads but got well behind schedule ,not helped by a touch of "Belgium Panic" IE running out of fuel and no sodding fuel stations on the motorway - pissed about trying to find fuel -bloody annoying as we were within sniffing distance of Rouldac food and beer- I am definitely going to invent a bigger fuel tank for the spitfire,having money to pay for fuel is a good idea as well as my account had been blocked since leather clad fanatic land.
Rouldac was found in the pissing rain with fuck all help from the route book instructions- which completely missed a motorway intersection ,lucky Homer was expecting such things and we started to recognize where were were from the previous run in 2009
Had a great night- I  stuck to the red wine to prevent any mishaps on the way to the ferry the next day.
The last blast back to Calais is the worst part of the run as to fail now would be a nightmare but made it we did the exhaust blow getting quite bad but not as blowy as the channel crossing 5 hours on the boat,least I managed to get some kip which set me in good stead for the final drive from Dover to Somerset

Mission accomplished! roll on the next one