Not the day I had in mind
Mar. 28th, 2010 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sollersI got up this morning at what felt like 6.30 to get ready for a day out. We were going to join a group of others for an 8 mile walk from Hope in Derbyshire. My rucksack was packed: sandwiches, water bottle, thermos, emergency supplies. We set out as planned at 9 am, which felt like 8 am. All went well until we were a few miles from the rendezvous, when my car declined to go any further.
My first assumption was that it was the clutch, but when the AA Man turned up, this turned out not to be the case, because it behaved perfectly for him (Dentist's Syndrome?). We drove home with him behind us in case anything else went wrong but got home safely - but I'm not driving it again till someone has checked it out (current favourite: problem with petrol supply).
My one regret on deciding to go on this walk was missing the Farmer's Market, but <lj user="miapatrick"> and her Chubby took me in, and I stocked up on strings of fresh chilis and garlic and a string of onions. I spent the afternoon protecting the seeds I planted last week, so the day wasn't wasted.
G and I reverted to normal Sunday evening procedure: it was her turn to cook dinner and while it was cooking we went round to our local pub, about fifty yards away so she could slip back and turn the oven down. A man with two cocks came in; one was quite small but very lively, with a red head, and the other was really big and stands a good chance of being Best In Show. Most of the clientele, included us, stroked the little one.
If you sniggered like mad through that last paragraph, I hereby award you the Order of the Exeter Book. If you didn't, it's extremely unlikely that you are English.
My first assumption was that it was the clutch, but when the AA Man turned up, this turned out not to be the case, because it behaved perfectly for him (Dentist's Syndrome?). We drove home with him behind us in case anything else went wrong but got home safely - but I'm not driving it again till someone has checked it out (current favourite: problem with petrol supply).
My one regret on deciding to go on this walk was missing the Farmer's Market, but <lj user="miapatrick"> and her Chubby took me in, and I stocked up on strings of fresh chilis and garlic and a string of onions. I spent the afternoon protecting the seeds I planted last week, so the day wasn't wasted.
G and I reverted to normal Sunday evening procedure: it was her turn to cook dinner and while it was cooking we went round to our local pub, about fifty yards away so she could slip back and turn the oven down. A man with two cocks came in; one was quite small but very lively, with a red head, and the other was really big and stands a good chance of being Best In Show. Most of the clientele, included us, stroked the little one.
If you sniggered like mad through that last paragraph, I hereby award you the Order of the Exeter Book. If you didn't, it's extremely unlikely that you are English.
