One of her reasons for coming down this weekend was to get a new car stereo fitted for her. I'd looked around and had a few ideas, but it was better to wait and see when she got here. The shopping list was simple enough...
- CD Player, but preferably an MP3/WMA player as well
- Remote control from the steering wheel, because she has the control stalk already.
- Bluetooth for her mobile phone would be nice.
- Not too many buttons (she is blonde and an Essex girl.)
Anyway, we went for a drive to see some of the local sights on Saturday morning. Buzzy wasn't impressed with my impression of Colin McRae (sans Helicopter crash), threatening to blow chunks several times, and yet she made it home last night in 3.5 hours, meaning she'd managed a staggering 77mph average all the way home! Saturday evening was spent having a quite meal, (I mean as quiet as you can get in a pub showing the Rugby World Cup final), and then sitting up chatting until 3am. I introduced her to white cider, and the one complete can she had certainly had the desired effect. She then moved onto the Bacardi, but only managed one bedtime. I spent the Sunday preparing and making lunch, and then we sat and watched a young F1 driver screw up his world championship lead in a big way. We then escorted her back to the main road, and said our goodbyes. John was quite upset when she left, I know I was.