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Published: November 2nd 2020
Hello there - it is usually the navigator who writes these blogs . She waffles on about where we have been to, what she thought about it and where we were going to next . What about me ? Have you forgotten me? Gabby . Yes Gabby the motorhome . Last time she let me loose on a blog I was new . I told you all about my weight , my height , my new toys and everything I could think of . Since then well I am probably a bit heavier . Still underweight . The driver and the navigator take me regularly to the weighbridge where I place my front boots on the scales , my middle bit and my back boots . With all my extra nice new fancy toys I am still legal and underweight .
So has the last three years been kind to me? Yes it is that long since I told you about myself . Where I described my goldy colour . I am still goldy and very attractive even if I say it myself . I have all sorts of new extras . Things added to me to make me more
like home . But have I used them this year ? No , apart from a trip in the Spring to Hadrians Wall and another few days in Northumberland . No sitting round the table , watching the TV. No we have been stuck at home because of Covid. The driver and the navigator have looked out of the window to make sure I am Ok . They have even come inside and checked the display that shows how well the new lithium battery is performing . Have I told you about all my new toys ? I had one solar panel fitted before they picked me up. I had a tracker fitted . That worked well until it decided I was not on my way home from Croatia but in the sea off the coast of Guinea in Africa . I know I am clever but even I cannot swim . The driver and navigator got me fitted out with an extra solar panel , a MiFi unit so they could talk to the internet when on the move and fitted a nice Avtek TV. Bolted to my wall on a swinging arm system manufactured guess where ...................yes Germany
They fitted air suspension . Well not them but a company up the road . Now that is good as I dont swing about when lorries or buses overtake me . They say I am more stable on my boots . They like my captains chairs . The navigator swings round on it . They fitted a top of the range sat nag which gets on my nerves as it demands I make U turns when safe to do so. They like my storage spaces . Loads of secret cubby holes and a boot big enough to get lost in . They seem to be happy with the little steps that act as small cupboards and bought me a new mat for the cab area and one for the kitchen . Jen doesnt really like the low fridge . She gets on the floor to look in me and says it is impractical . Still that is only one complaint . Most of the time she likes the toilet and shower and loves the fact that my beds come made up every day. None of that moving bedding around . And the table . The table is practical . All in all I think they prefer me to Suzy the wobble box on wheels . But why are they not using me .
They started to come into me the other week and took out my carpets . For hoovering I thought. Ready for a trip. They removed all the emergency rations from the cupboard and emptied the fridge. All the bedding came out and then they emptied the boot . This was not making much sense . I cannot go away without food or bedding .
Then on the morning of the Friday the driver got in . The navigator was nowhere to be seen. The silly sat nag was given instructions to go to Newark and off we went . Through my parking mirror I could see the lights of Ziggy Stardust following us . So slowly but surely I began to realise where I was being taken . It is service day. Habitation Day and my first Ministry of transport test . My MOT was due . That means they will leave me all on my own all day . Oh well at least they were taking me somewhere . It has been a long time .
We pulled up in the car park of the motorhome dealer an hour later . The sun was up and Ziggy pulled up behind me . Glenn got out . He put his mask on and headed for the reception . Signs everywhere . Wash your hands . Keep your distance . Hands , face and space . The mantra of Boris and his motley crew of experts . Glenn was inside a while . Things had changed . A big perspex screen had been put up on the new desks. The receptionists wore masks . The waiting area was blocked off . The toilets locked . No coffee - the machine switched off. The receptionist walked around me with his clipboard in his hand . Service today . That will be oil and oil filter . MOT - if there is any problem we will ring you and let you know . We should be able to do the habitation check at the same time as the service . What are you doing today? Normally they would go out for the day but not today . They were going home in Ziggy and leaving me . In fact they said they would leave me overnight . How could they? Glenn threw my keys into a plastic tray and off they went .
The garage man put me a nice plastic sheet over my front seat . He drove me down to the garage for my MOT. Guess what I passed without a problem . All my lights were working OK, my brakes were fine , tyres OK but then they would be the driver and navigator had taken me to have them checked a few weeks ago and all was well. Water in my washers and new windscreen wipers fitted a few days ago . Yep I passed with flying colours . The service went well too . No problems . I was prodded and poked . My cab checked for damp . My floors lifted and my gas checked to see that it was working OK . In fact why was I worried ? I was perfect in every way. I had to wait though until Saturday morning for the driver to arrive to pick me up. I can tell you I was not amused .
This Covid - what's a german girl going to think about it all . Definately not happy .
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