Monday, 18 April 2011

Arriving back on Friday we realised that the hire car S has to use for his new job had been deposited in the drive. It looked fine but as with everything we were lulled in the a false sense of security.  I got inside and immediately got out again. It would appear the previous user either suffered from doggy BO, or was using the thing as a kennel. I spied short white and ginger dog hairs adorning the dash and various other areas and cringed. Suffering from a pet allergy which causes a swollen face and asthma attacks is no fun and the prospect of travelling in Lassie's boudoir for the foreseeable future was no joke. We can't get it changed for a few days so went to Mother In Law's yesterday with my head hanging out of the side window a la Ace Ventura. S put on the fans thinking it would help but they just pumped out more doggy perfume of a stronger fragrance, which caused a major boaking session in the back.  His remedy to this was to suggest a 'Magic Tree'.  A Magic ruddy Tree.  It would be like peeing on the towering inferno. In my experience these things were invented by travel sickness pill manufactuers, as the stink from them makes you want to chuck as well.  I hope he gets rid of it soon. Can't wait for his official company car to arrive as it will be brand new.. Though in retrospect knowing our luck it will be a Robin Reliant..........

He got up at 3.30am this morning to travel to Chesterfield to start his new job.  A five hour drive. He is going to stink of pooch perfume by the time he gets there..........