The day the springs were fitted, I failed poorly in managing expectations. We had expected the springs to take all morning to complete - so arranged a late check out from the caravan park.
All was going well, I thought we would be on the road shortly after lunch - and being the beginning of a long weekend, we were keen to head north and secure a good site for the weekend.
The front springs were a fiddle - and the back wasn't much easier. At least the boys knew their job, and I wasn't going to rush them. Finally the brakes were bled, the wheels aligned and I was away... at 3pm.
To make matters worse, we had a medical item to pick up that was on the other side of town - and it too had been lost in the system over the Easter weekend. I got back to the caravan park around 4pm to find Jo an the boys had packed everything up.
My arrival was not greeted with warm hellos - in fact a glance told me I was in deep trouble. They had been ready to go since lunch time too. I suggested perhaps we should stay where we were and get on the road tomorrow, but another look told me that was not a smart thing to say.