It’s a dog’s life they say.  And 1 canine year = 7 human ones, so when man’s best friend reaches 6 years old, they’d just be entering early middle age (perhaps), turning 40 or thereabouts.

My little silver electric beastie seems to share many characteristics of man’s best friend, and it has all the look and feel of same except that it eats less, drinks more water, and enjoys a good runabout every day without getting me wet in the process.  It is due its MOT as well as a service, and I probably fear this event as much as I do a visit to the vets – either way, the process ensures the contents of my wallet are severely challenged.  Over the next few days, I’ll add a comment to this blog to give a fuller picture of Whiz’s current state of play.  Suffice it to say, my little car still puts the biggest smile on my face every time I step on board, and judging by the people around when I zip past, it adds some joy to other peoples’ lives as well.

Day1 – Friday 8 Feb 2013. Car and I due to visit Madjeski stadium to share in the feeding back by our brave air-teams recently returned from Afghanistan.  As my car can’t get this far and back on one plug-full, the stadium people are all set to give me a lead.  When I emailed today, the military were brilliant, accurate, precise and utterly useless in their first response. ‘Sir, we have located the nearest charging point to the event venue; 1.91 miles away”.  That’s really convenient, not. It is not that I don’t walk, but a 4 mile return stroll was not what I had in mind in a normal school working day.  If I want to walk 4 miles, I’ll carry a set of clubs around Maidenhead Golf club. Fortunately a civilian was also involved, read with the same astonishment that military reply, and they have sorted me out with an extension lead by the main entrance.  More anon…