MFR Booty

The morning got off to a worrying start for Milk,I think he was apprehensive about the journey ahead, when he got into the car, I could sense his agitation by his body posture which was akin to a person on a roller coaster.

About a minute into the journey he seemed disturbed by the noises emminating from the old Nissan,I tried to put his mind at rest.
He then focused on the road conditions, and gave me regular updates on the possible hazzards in the distance.
I again tried to put him at ease,by reciting humerous reminiscences which seemed to work for at least 2 miles.

At last we arrived only to be greeted by a 1/2 mile queue of cars,I could sense Milk getting agitated again,not helped by me after paying the 100% increase in admission fee,which threw me, I ignored the marshall pointing in an Easterly direction while I continued going North, Milk raised himself in his seat gesturing with cries of "WATCH OUT " when I carried out a correction manouver towards a beckoning marshall in the distance, and into the path of oncoming vehicles, at last we were stopped,a sigh of releif from the now quiet Milk.

I think Milk left the car a nervous and quivering wreck, but he hid it well.

For me the booty went well ,one or two grievances,but nothing to write about, y I had to put a small child right about his juggling capabilities,and one annoying family with a purchase being "put in a baggy" but with that behind me I enjoyed the booty.

The breakfast was very sparse and basic affair, the onboard facillities were not up to Milks standards,noticing that the beverages being dispensed from a cat litter tray,and the absence of cuttlery did not help, this breakfast would have rendered Toastboy unfit.

The sustainance gained from the tea and sandwiches held us in good stead for another round of the booty .
I think the drive home went trouble free,but maybe not for Milk, I may never know.