Realised that perhaps I needed to spend a little more than £2.75 on a pack of drill bits if I was to have any success with DIY. After splashing out £16 on a new set, the drilling suddenly became easy and the shelves went up in no time.
After that it was down to the New Forest for a couple of nights camping with friends. A great three days, with excellent weather, after all the rain at the beginning of the week. Went for a cycle ride one afternoon, where Annabelle discovered the delights of a tag-along bike rather than the baby seat. Zachary wasn't so keen on his baby seat, but stayed put long enough for us to have a good ride.
For the kids sake (OK, mine as well!) we went on a model train ride too.
It was the journey home the following day that really turned into an adventure. We set off about 3 pm on the Saturday, but hadn't been going too long when there was a bump and and a big judder. Decided to pull off at the nearby services and have a look. Some rather worrying looking wires hanging down under the car, so called the breakdown people.
This was when it got really interesting, as we're not in the AA or RAC like normal people, we're members of the Environmental Transport Agency (see http://www.eta.co.uk/). They have a network of garages and breakdown trucks across the country and when you call them they find the nearest one to you and they come and sort you out. Saves vans and trucks crossing the entire country helping stranded motorists.
So we were picked up by a guy from Owslebury Garage (http://www.owsleburygarage.com/) near Winchester. Apparently the drive belt had gone, and the wires we had seen were the frayed ends of the belt. This meant that the power steering had gone, and the alternator as well, so the battery would eventually go flat if we carried on going. We had the option of all getting into the cab of the breakdown lorry, or staying in the car. As there were no seat belts in the cab and no way to secure the child seats we opted to stay in the car. A very odd sensation sitting in your car being carried on the back of a lorry.
After trying a couple of places to get the right spare part, and failing, we were taken to Owslebury Garage itself. Turned out to be a cottage in the middle of nowhere, with various car parts and trucks scattered about.
Quite an adventure, but we didn't get home till after 9pm, instead of 5.30 when we should have been back.