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!