Just having a chortle about your rusty van and pooey wellies! (I managed to get the girls on the school bus so that I don't have to go to the playground any more - result!) When we changed my Touran for a 4x4 I insisted that under no circumstances was he to get me anything which might make me look like the loads of posh ladies driving spanking new Range Rovers to Harvey Nics for lunch - give me the pooey wellies every time! Not that I wouldn't like a new Range Rover, of course, but I love my battered Landy which is full of sheep nuts and sweetie wrappers. I like your attitude towards the travellers; everyone has something to offer - I can't bear snobbery. Perhaps we're just laid back folk, I don't understand people who make life difficult for others, and there are plenty of them around. I have also distanced myself from a few of my friends who spend too much time bitching about other people, and since doing so I am happier and I can see that they are fairly discontent with their lot. Life is so full of dramas not of our making that I have learned to avoid people and situations which are going to be troublesome, and I'm much happier for it.
That was all about me! Sorry! Just wanted to big up your rusty van and poo!
Rosemary, I love your story. We should all try to be more self-defecating! (Ahem!)