The next week flew past, and as I went out on a camping trip to glen Etive, where I was sure to get my mojo back, the scenery the most beautiful in the highlands. The weather was good, the midges were kept in check with my trusted Tabard, and I just walked, and read, and swam, as there was nobody else around, except a few ducks and chickens that appeared from nowhere, and walked off into the wilds!
Then it was back to work, and my working week started off well, but for the poor Lorna not too well.
Richard and Katka, on insistence from Katka, wanted to lend the hotel wagon to move their stuff, as the place they had been living in had to be vacated, the owners coming back. They found a small room with a bathroom and kitchenette in somebody's garden, and seeing that they couldn't move into my room, they had to pay quite a bit more than what they paid for the wee cottage, and they were not too happy.
I tried to talk to Lorna, as I knew for a fact that neither Katka, nor Richard had a drivers's licence,

and from previous talks we had I knew that neither of them had really ever driven a car before.
But as the little cowboy was nicely sozzled by eleven, him making quite a few trips to the little store room, Lorna was in no mood to listen, and I decided to just leave things to go their own way, as it wasn't really my business, as I was made to understand!
I watched through the window as the youngsters got into the car, and was tickled pink when the starter was turned, and the car gave a roar, and then jumped a few feet, before the enjin died, the car about a foot from a pole. Richard tried again, and how he got the car actually going I will never know, but they roared down the wee road and onto the single lane Balquidder road, the poor enjin complaining bitterly, as it was still in first gear!
I went on with my work, and as the lunchtime was quite busy, I never gave the other two another thought.Then suddenly all hell broke loose, and Lorna was running around with a face as red as a beetroot, screaming out instructions to Mary, and telling me to go on without the little cowboy, as they had to go out! I was all agog with wondering what on earth was the matter as the two jumped into their small family car, and roared of on the road that the youngsters had taken earlier.
After a long while, and long after my shift should have ended, I saw a sorry cavalcade coming up the road leading to the hotel. First was the hotel wagon, driven by a fire spitting Lorna, and this once beautiful vehicle was looking sad indeed, the right side doors clean gone! Then followed the little cowboy, and I could see that if he was not contained, we would have a murder on our hands!
It turned out that Richard had a passing place close to them when another vehicle came from the front, and as it was custom that the one closest to a passing place should wait for the other car to pass, the other car took it for granted that Richard would stop. But it wasn't just a car, it was a big delivery truck, and instead of stopping, Richard put his foot on the petrol, and the two vehicles smashed into each other, luckily not head to head, and the two youngsters were left with one side of the wagon ripped off!
The poor Katka was looking all but her usual perky self, and Richard was creeping into the hotel like a cat on a mission to steal some cream, not looking to left or right, and on closer inspection I found that he was shaking like a leaf!
 Lorna then asked me to work longer, and as it was now almost time for me to come back on, and me not the  miserable type, and feeling real sorry for them, I said that I would work on. It was nice not to be under fire from Lorna's tongue for once!