Not a day when we celebrate our relationship with the motor vehicle. The new car went to the garage again for further investigation of the Funny Noise it makes under load. They can’t do anything until they have listened to a car of the same specification, so it looks as if I’ll be back and forth to the VW shop for some time. They did at least have the good grace to wash the car before handing it back.
Better luck with house fettling: the carpet fitters came and went, and we’ve got the furniture back into the back bedroom, slightly re-disorganised. After all the exertion, we decided we deserved our occasional treat of fish and chips. Unfortunately, as Martyn returned to the car bearing hot fish and chips, a passer-by told him that a bus had just hit the side of the car. M duly gave chase, and collared the driver at the terminus a few hundred yards away. The scars on both vehicles were pretty obvious, so the driver didn’t contest it. So, the fish and chips were cold by the time M got home, and pretty dried up by the time he’d told his story three times to various departments and agents of his insurers.
Still, not a wholly fruitless day: our friend Jane, who hopes to move house soon, had asked me round to help myself to any plants I fancied from her garden, so I shall be planting out tomorrow: hosta, astrantia, alliums, Canterbury Bells and other bits and pieces. Good-oh. And she’s flogging me her nearly new motor mower, which she won’t need at her new place. Just hope the house deal goes through!
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