All aboard

Mrs H and I were travelling cross-country, chatting away. As usual, Mrs H went easy on the throttle, allowing other cars to race by. The first had Emma on Board, with Twins on Board hotly in pursuit. Shortly afterwards, a hatchback carrying a Small Dude on Board easily overhauled us. But much later a rather smart SUV flashed by declaring it had a Little Princess on Board.

Now Mrs H is an arch Royalist, so her foot hit the floor. The chase was on. She quite forgot that our car had a couple of Slow Old Codgers on Board.