Tripadoodleloo!

A boys’ trip to Barcelona. We were having a good time. That all changed when I had to make dinner. The larder was bare!

I raced out with my wife - what the hell’s she doing here? Who cares.... must find food! Hopping into my bijoux two-seater car, the search began.

Suddenly at the roadside a busy market selling cheeses. We hop out and I fold my car into a handheld travel pack, Pacamaclike. The woman on the stall gawps in amazement. And then... a torrent of rain.

It’s a downpour!

It’s a nightmare!

It’s a sprint to the loo!