Salty Dog, who's lived on a boat, warned me that things might go wrong rather more often than I'd like living in a small space. And she wasn't half wrong! There's been a non charging leisure battery and a cutlery drawer impressively spouting toothpastey water that I've already told you about. A shedload of dangerous chemicals sorted out that puppy. But I didn't mention that I accidentally left the converter on my British gas bottle when I bought a refill and didn't find out until the French one ran out halfway through cooking. Oops! My gas barbecue became my main cooking source for a few days until the hard to find replacement that had to be sourced online came in the post. I've also found out that you can't be thrifty with toilet paper when it comes to a Porta Potti. To avoid drama when it comes to emptying them you really do have to buy the disintegrating stuff from the camping shop that costs a pound a roll. Don't think you're get arse cosseting softness for that kind of money either. It isn't quite Izal, that scratchy bum wipe beloved of 1970's school caretakers, but its not way off.
Before going away on a little tour of Britain I decided that I'd fill the water tank of my four wheeled home. To save time when I got back. Hmm! Famous last words. On return the van was making a strange rumbling sound. Further investigation revealed that its water pump was going for England and there was no water left at all. So much for forethought! Could water pipes have burst in the freezing temperatures because the tank was too full. Water gushing out from the chassis when I tried to refill the tank wasn't a good sign. Pound signs started to pass before my eyes as I contemplated the cost of repair.
After a bit of research and a chat with my new 'best friend', the amazingly calm Phil the Motorhome Repairman, it seems that Klaus the Knaus is way more sensible than me. He has a special trick up his sleeve when the temperature gets too cold. He opens a valve and dumps all his water before ice forms in his pipes. Now isn't that nifty!
In sharing stories about life in a motorhome aren't I supposed to be creating a picture of a darn near perfect simple existence? Well I've certainly blown it here, haven't I? Let me say that I don't regret taking this particular path in life one little bit and would encourage those who have a similar dream to do the same. In the main it's lovely. Just expect the idyll to be shattered now and then by those nubby little problems that are part and parcel of any life.