Everything Starts Somewhere


The trouble with life is you didn’t get a chance to practise before doing it for real. (Terry Pratchett - Pyramids) 

This was the first Pratchett book I read, a good way to start but my favourite is the Colour of Magic, also a Discworld novel. Another of his classics is Hogfather.


Susan had never hung up a stocking. She'd never put a tooth under her pillow in the serious expectation that a dentally inclined fairy would turn up. It wasn't that her parents didn't believe in such things. They didn't need to believe in them. They knew they existed. They just wished they didn't. 


She has changed now that we have a family to guide through life.


This book starts with the following paragraph which is something to think about.


EVERYTHING STARTS SOMEWHERE, although many physicists disagree. 

But people have always been dimly aware of the problem with the start of things. They wonder aloud how the snowplough driver gets to work, or how the makers of dictionaries look up the spelling of the words. Yet there is the constant desire to find some point in the twisting, knotting, ravelling nets of space­time on which a metaphorical finger can be put to indicate that here, here, is the point where it all began.


Moving on from my book of the month. Gary is on the road to Italy, first, there is the packing of the van in London, I did stress that while in London he should keep all valuables out of sight and secure. His next hurdle is the tunnel. He has gone prepared with his snorkel and arm bans, there is quite a lot of water above that tunnel and we can not be too complacent when it comes to water. The RNLI have a motto, Respect the Sea. On the RNLI, Michael is on his way to Nottingham, taking the rest of Robert’s furniture and his 70” television. Probably the most important asset and hopefully will grace one of his walls.


Back to Gary, once he has navigated the tunnel and the French border officials, he switches to the right-hand side of the road, giving Bruno a full view of oncoming French traffic while he is driving blind. I did insist he makes sure Bruno has his glasses on and is fully aware of his responsibilities driving through France. Bruno’s philosophy of ‘Things just happen, what the hell’ will not be good enough.


This trip will have its challenges, the weather is forecast to rain all day with high winds. It does get better the further he travels and they should see the sun before arriving at the end of their drive. His journey takes him through France, via Paris and then I am not sure if he goes over the Alps and on to Switzerland before breaking into the home of the Italians, famous for the Fiat Panda and cement styled shoes. There are two routes but I would imagine they are driving via Strasbourg in France and then Basel in Switzerland. In my next blog, I will have the inside story and hopefully some photos to wet our thirst for adventure.



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