I had my morning all planned out. Early start, quick bit of
brekkie, load the dogs into the car, take the car for a service, then walk
home. It was a good plan. It was a shame that I woke to torrential rain.
I left the dogs at home when I took the car for its service.
I left my car at the garage and the nice man at the garage gave me a lift home
again.
"er indoors TM" set off for
work, and I spent a couple of minutes organising a Facebook event. Over the last few
months I’ve been puzzling like a thing possessed over various geo-puzzles in
London. We’ll go find them in a few weeks time. I spent a while wondering about
how I might tactfully word the description of the event, but in the end I
decided against tact…
There was a minor fly in the ointment on the last London
trip. Most people who were there knew what was going on. One didn’t have a
clue, but this didn’t stop her trying to give out the orders. This time I’ve
insisted that people read the description of the day’s plan so we don’t have to
waste time repeating ourselves constantly to someone who is clearly not
listening.
The rain stopped (as
the forecast said it would) so I took the dogs for a walk. Totally forgetting
yesterday’s hiccup, autopilot kicked in and soon we were in Bowens Field swamp.
The overnight rain had made the swamp deeper than it was yesterday.
We walked on through the park. Reality had ignored the
weather forecast as the rain started again. That annoying fine rain that leaves
you soaked right through.
We were all dripping wet when we got home.
I was just about to hang the washing round the radiators
when my mobile rang. It was the garage with a list of problems with my car. I
asked them to fix most of them, and with the chap from the garage saying they
would phone me back when the car was ready (in
a few hours) I took myself off to bed.
They phoned just over an hour later.
Bearing in mind the walk to the garage is an idea dog walk
I decided to walk them over there to get the car. “Come on then” I said. Fudge ran to the front door; Treacle ran
upstairs to bed.
Mind you that wasn’t how the walk turned out. We could have
walked to the garage in half the time had Fudge not wanted to sniff *every* blade of grass we passed.
We got to the garage. Todays’ was a “big” service and consequently had a “big” bill. Although I budget for car services, spending hundreds of
pounds is never good.
We came home and for lunch I scoffed yesterday’s left-over soup.
It was *GOOD*!!
I then managed three hours in bed. I slept for some of them,
but as soon as I got comfortable, Treacle would try to push her way on to the
warm bit.
"er indoors TM" has just come
home. Once she’s boiled up my tea I’m off to the night shift.
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