Valet parking

Valet parking_carThe teddies’ driving lessons have gone very well. Grot boy has been very patient, though the same can’t be said about the teddies.

After just a few minutes of starting a lesson, Bobby would say, “I’m tired. I think I need a little snack.” Ccino would jump up and down saying, “Come on Bobby, I want to go faster.” While Hephie would ask, “Should I jump on the break now?” and then do so without first waiting for an answer.

But after each outing, they’d improve just a little bit and grot boy found the driving lessons a lot more satisfying than his teaching job, “At least the teddies try hard, they want to learn and come to class.”

Valet parking_signAnd finally after hours and hours, and weeks and weeks of driving lessons – along with a few scratches and bumps to the car – the teddies can drive.

Now we have our own valet parking service. It’s very handy although we do get some odd stares when we hop out of the car, throw the keys to Bobby and tell Ccino we’ll give him a call on his mobile when we’re ready to be picked up.

©, 2014


Bobby and Hephie learn to drive

Grot boy made a big mistake. Whenever he drove up to the shops he’d take the teddies with him to keep him company. That was fine – they liked the outing. The problem came because he’d leave them propped up on the steering wheel so they could look out while he did his shopping.

One day, when he came back to where he thought he’d left the car it wasn’t there. After searching around the parking station he finally found it and, getting in, pleaded with the bears, “Please don’t tell grot girl when we get home that I lost the car. She’ll think I’m getting old and forgetful.”

Driving_Bobby and HephieThen Ccino started giggling and Hephie, who can never keep a secret, blurted out, “We went for a drive but then someone took our parking spot so we had to go around and around in circles until we finally found somewhere else to park.”

Grot boy was so relieved that he wasn’t losing his memory that he mumbled a mild rebuke, “You know that was very naughty, driving without a licence. You could get into lots of trouble with the police.”

When they arrived home, I guessed from the conspiratorial look on all their faces that something odd had happened. “Hephie, how was your trip to the shops?” I asked, knowing he’d tell me everything.

“Well, grot boy couldn’t find his car and thought he was losing his mind. But Bobby and I had taken it for a drive and then we couldn’t find anywhere to park,” he answered without hesitation. “Grot boy’s forgetful, he’s an old fart,” Ccino chimed in.

“Hephie, was this the first time you and Bobby have gone driving?” I wanted to know. “Oh no! we’ve driven lots and lots of times,” he admitted. “But we haven’t quite got out of the parking spot before.”

Like grot boy, I had something else on my mind now and was distracted from getting angry with the bears. I turned to grot boy with indignation, “And you blamed me for the new dint in your bumper bar last week. I told you it wasn’t me.”

Driving lessonBobby, Hephie and Ccino thought this was a good time to go and find somewhere else to play, while grot boy and I discussed what to do. “Why don’t I teach them to drive properly?” he suggested. I had to agree that this was a better solution than trying to hide the car keys from the teddies –which would just result in us both having to hunt around to find our keys when we needed them.

The bears were delighted with our decision and wanted to start their lessons straight away. But now the drama was over I could think clearly again and was adamant, “No, you will have to wait until tomorrow. I will need to increase our insurance cover first.”

©, 2014