How annoyed was I yesterday afternoon, pulling away from a curb on our way to drop Barry off and I bang Barry into a metal bin stupidly put right by the curb. Gutted I think could be the only word to describe how I was feeling. Ellie laughed! Fortunatly for us it was not noticed, god knows how as a piece of plastic from one of the door compartments came off. To think in the 34 days we've had the campervan, totalling 4983 km, and I hit something in the last 5 km on the way to the airport.
