I want to take Klaus the Knaus, my motorhome away for the May Bank Holiday. Red Mel and I have some cycling to do. I hadn't been up to the campsite in yonks. But yesterday something suddenly occurred to me. What if I hadn't emptied out the water tank before the winter? Was I going to be confronted with burst pipes and a sodden second home? A wave of panic set in and then a sense of realisation. What a rare emotion that this is these days! Only a couple of years back it was the all pervading backdrop to my life. So ever present that I didn't actually appreciate that feeling like you're being chased by a tiger all the time isn't quite right. Perhaps the daily meditation and giving thanks, being careful with words and thoughts and any other method of navel gazing that I've forgotten to mention is working. I can't see any other reason. Nothing in the outside world has changed that much.
When I got to the campsite yesterday everything appeared fine. Apart from a six month old half dead coffee cup in the sink. Oops! It's a wonder it hadn't grown legs but as it hasn't so I brought it home for a good scrub. On further inspection though I discovered that something is up with Klaus' electrics though. It's all as dead as a dodo. That would have been enough to set off waves of terror in the past. These days I'm nonchalant. I'll look through the van manuals and see if I can come up with an answer. Replacing a fuse is probably all that's needed. If not I'll call a bloke out to have a look. No panic, no fuss. I'm liking this inner calm stuff!