Thursday: When I approached the Car Hire compound I felt rather nervous. I hadn't driven a car for over four years. After doing the paper work and checking over the car for damages I signed the form and the car was mine for two whole days. The car was a Renault Clio 5 door manual with Air conditioning. I was being upgraded at no extra cost because it was mid week and the last Corsa, the car I thought I had booked, had been taken out for the day.

I sat in the car for a few minutes,  checking out the interior controls, adjusting the seat and the mirrors.Then I put the Clio in first gear and drove out the gate and into the stream of traffic on Lee High Road. I managed to stall twice but I soon became sensitive to the clutch bite point.Heading east and aiming to pick up the A2/M2. Smooth through the gears the Clio was quite nifty and highly responsive. I could see ahead of me the dark grey/black clouds that promised heavy showers any time soon. Where was the wiper controls? Yes, on cue the heavy rain fell in torrents just as I reached the M2.

Heavy showers came and went although the sunshine never quite broke through. I came off the motorway at the sign for Faversham and soon picked up the signs for Whitstable. As I came to the edge of the hill and looked down into Whitstable the rain fell in torrents again. I managed to find a car park, the one immediately behind the harbour. I sat in the car and watched the rain fall.

The rain eased off and I went for a walk to the harbour. I love the harbour. Always something to see. The town's fishing fleet was neatly moored. One or two men working on a boat, doing small jumps; the sound of power tools and the rapid tap-tap-tap of a hammer. Then down to the beach. It was windy and chilly. Out at sea a small flotilla of dinghys were being manouvered around a course marked out by bouys. There were three or four bright, colourful kites pulling along kite surfer boards at a rapid speed.

Then I went for a walk down Whitstable high street. Window shopping and people watching were my main preoccupations. I went into a stationery shop and bought a couple of notebooks. Then it was back, retracing my steps for my fish and chip lunch. I certainly had an appetite. I sat down to Plaice and chips, mushy peas, bread and butter and a cup of tea. Lovely. Very tasty.

While eating my lunch the fish shop had BBC 24 on the TV so I heard that David "Dangerous " Davis  had resigned his seat to fight a perfectly sensesless by-election.

After lunch it was more of the same. It was while walking about that my ladies phoned me to say that they were crying off going to Walsingham on Friday. Oh dear!

The drive back was unevenful, the traffic light. I stopped off at my son's to use the toilet and got introduced to his half sisters recently aquired Gerbils, salt and pepper.