Rabbit, Rabbit

It’s funny how things change when you are on holiday. At home Sally and I drink decaff-coffee in the evening. While on holiday I have realised that she needs it first thing after breakfast. Otherwise she never sits still. It’s like travelling alongside the Duracell Bunny.

So far on this morning’s drive from Napier she’s read the tourist guide from cover to cover, out loud, then taken a few photographs while we are on the move, replaced the batteries in her camera, had several drinks of water and then eaten a plum or two, followed by extensive comments on the need to upgrade the road for the heavy lorries. When that’s done she starts all over again and we’ve only being going half an hour.

I used to look on driving as my ’quiet time’, a chance to watch the scenery go by, perhaps pull over to let the faster traffic pass by, watch the fuel gauge go down – you know, practical stuff which may help get us to our destination in one piece. But my own peace is constantly shattered by the gabblerdictum sitting next to me.

Yes, that's Sally

Of course, I don’t complain as sometimes such entertainment helps make the journey go faster and who would want her to change? But I confess that now again I do ask her to drive. It gives her something to do.

Or, on second thoughts