I have some more aid and succour for you our American Cousins on this your esteemed road trip.
I have two pallets of Road traffic cones which Lambert was fortunate enough to acquire when he ran the Bentley off the Road during a spot of bother he encountered whilst rolling himself a smoke and simultaneously fighting the dog off. In my opinion no one has the right to be travelling at 141 miles per hour on the M6 in snow anyway, especially not in Daddys Bentley, but there we are.
I also have one and a half bottles of red Bull, the sort with the screw cap which I didn't drink on account of falling asleep at the helm. I know the half bottle has a sell by of August 2008 but that's just a guess anyway and Gopesh at the village shop tells me assuredly that he can only be competetive if his esteemed clientelle are prepared to accept some chafed corners. I have written Medfords name on that one with a dry wipe marker, also from Gopesh's, so it's a little faint.
More importantly I have sent poste restante, my entire girlhood collection of foreign coins and sundry notes including a large amount of lira, Deutsche mark and francs, which will come in handy when you obtain the Euro zone, because I'm almost pretty sure that shilverhoomch is in Turkey, which is next to Greece, or at least it is when cook does it for Christmas.
Your clogs will come in artful handy there because thats what the indigenous always wear on account of the mountainous terrain and over many red spiders who colonise the hedgerows.
I also did enclose my personal phrasebook and my home published travel guide, which I call "rough trade" for all of Europe, the Russias and the mediteranean River system. These can all be found off Interstate91 as you know, but its a sharp turn, so drink up your red bulls chaps.
The little pie shop beside the wooden leg emporium sells an excruciatingly nice range of furry hats with ear flaps in case you have to swim. Tell them Lizzie sent you and they will give to you an enormously satisfying discount and they also accept hub caps and plastic beer tokens which we both know is a fair exchange.
My final word of advice, which I will give now in case you have to eat this message before you get to the end, is make sure you cross to the other side of that road in the vidya. I'm not sure if you are aware, but you and a few of the other cars are actually driving the wrong way, AND on the wrong side. Lambert assures me that this is irrelevant, but I happen to think he might be in error there, and I should know because I have a helicopter coloured in in watercolours.
This last bit is the bit you might not get to read in case of capture, so I shall be writing nothing of significance for the sake of safety, all of our safety.
God speed, electronic capture devices permitting.
Lizzie xx