And suddenly it's all happening....

Our agent (Bob) asked for a ridiculous amount of money and then suddenly the van was ready for us to collect! Actually, it had been released by the Police on April 13 but somehow he didn't know about it for a week then had to "organise things" (God alone knows quite what, but mainly, I suspect, our money) then he told us about it. So we can go and pick it up, which we are doing next week.

We fly to Girona (which is where it is) by the dreaded Ryanair on Monday night, stay overnight at the Novotel (well, it's handily close to the airport and by that time we will be pretty well knackered), pick it up and, hopefully, clean it up a bit then drive it away from that part of the world, never to return! At least, that's how I feel about it at the moment.

I must remember to phone the storage place tomorrow to let them know we are coming. They apparently need 24 hours notice (again, not sure quite why they should but I suppose it lets them check the batteries, etc) before we turn up!