Strange feelings

Yesterday the truck had it's annual service, oil, all of the filters and the timing belt were replaced, we always use the same mechanic because he is good and his pricing is fair. Due to our circumstances he usually carries out any work while we are on a campsite and can stay in the truck. Yesterday however, he did the work in his unit, because of the timing belt change, not a pleasant job, as access is difficult, rather like wall papering a hall way through a letter box. The weather was good and we took ourselves off into nearby Burton upon Trent to pass the time. We enjoyed the morning mooching around looking at things that we could not afford etc. and on the return journey we called in at Barton marina. We had a walk around the shops there and of course, the trout lakes that could be fished for a price beyond our budget limitations. All morning I was distracted, it's the truck you see, being in the care of a different custodian, however careful and well trusted was not conducive to a settled mind. It was rather like a close relative having some minor surgery and just waiting for it all to be over and that they are well again. It was 1:00 pm when we got back to the truck and what a relief, like coming home after an enforced absence. We both commented about our feelings for the truck and the unpleasantness of being parted. How does this happen? Feelings for inanimate items that are so strong. Is it the journeys we have all made together, the great places that we have seen, the good times we have had, the friends we have made and the problems that we have had to overcome. Or the comfort it provides, the shelter from the cold, the shade from the sun or all of these things married together. I'm sure many people would not understand, but we have a relationship with and an affection for our truck that is difficult to describe and I hope it continues for many more years.