The next day comes, and again Ma Ma doth not know what she wants to do. So I take her to a castle. History. Education. English heritage and their kerchinging tills.
Sadly it full of bloody ankle biters, who are all armed with imitation weaponry. I offer to buy Ma Ma a crossbow but she declines. Instead she tries out a rather placid horse.
We go home and I do the work thing.
But wait! Tis a bank holiday, so lets go for three days of keg in a row! I've given up on asking Ma Ma where she wants to go. I decide this one is to be where I want to go, and if she doesn't like it, well she did have two chances to make her own choice that she didn't take.
We set off, following the sat nav. Turn left says the woman in the box. Left is a very narrow winding B road. This will be fun! We have a conversation about how many idiots follow the satellite instructions blindly. 5 seconds later we are almost killed to death by someone doing just that coming the opposite direction.
The road is slightly wider than 1 car wide. He has one of those giant double cab pickup things, towing a giant caravan. Add in it's a 60 mph limit so you must drive at 60, and I'm facing a lot of death coming the other direction. Fortunately impact is avoided.
We arrive! At the Anson Engine Museum. Not very many points on offer for guessing what they have here... Just in case you're stuck, see Ma Ma's famous pointing skills in action:
Tis a museum charting the history of the engine. Lots of gas engines. Crazy 'volunteers' who run around gathering crowds randomly..... come this way, Stuart's going to be starting the gardener diesel!
It doesn't take long before everywhere you look there's something going chug chug chug...
I'm rather enjoying myself. Ma Ma is tolerating it quite well especially after being bribed with cake. They have some seriously odd stuff, like the 4 stroke engine, that somehow manages to do 4 strokes in 1 turn of the flywheel. Clicky if you want to try and work it out.
Ma Ma buys me a present that I love and slightly hate at the same time. It's a mug for tea. With a capacity of 1 pint. So there's lots of tea goodness, but a) it's heavy to start and b) you do feel slightly ill after drinking it all or you can go slower but have to put up with the last bit being cold. Or fill it with some other beverage.
Keg ends.
We are of course lightweights in the keg department compared to the genius that is idiot girl. Her rescheduled elective surgery is on Tuesday. Saturday night she has booked a night away at a hotel, to see teh rocky horror picture show. This can't end badly can it?
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Excellent pointing
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