FUCK IT
Just typed up a story for last week's QOTW.

Here it is:

Family trip to Cornwall

It must have been 91/92.

My parents and I, my aunt and cousin and my two grandparents set off on convoy down to the land of tin.

We were in three groups of cars, my parents at the front, grandfolk in the middle and the rest of us taking up the rear (snarf).

About half way down the M5, my grandparent’s car started to swerve a little every now and then. This was long before mobiles (accessible one’s anyway), so we couldn’t check to see if things were ok.

The swerving got gradually worse, until my granddad managed to take the car across three lanes of traffic, narrowly missing a 4X4 towing a caravan.

Frantic hand signals and honking ensued, until we managed to pull my grandparents over.

It turns out the silly old bugger was falling asleep at the wheel. But my nan was also in the land of nod.

We didn’t let them drive the rest of the journey.
(Deskbound You insignificant speck of dust, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 13:06, Reply)