My feet have scarcely touched the ground this week, and when they have, it has tended to be beneath the computer desk preparing prior to dashing off to the next meeting.
Nevertheless, I've squeezed in a token amount of gardening: a hurtle round with the mower, and planting the herbaceous plants I bought last week. At Thursday's art class I dashed off a very quick watercolour landscape of blocks of autumn colour, and had a final fiddle with the landscape (acrylics) that has been work-in-progress for four months.
The new motor is certainly no looker, but is good in other respects: thrifty, solid, refined and easy to operate, though I'm still trying to learn how to use the automatic parking contraption. It's one of those cars (a bit like the good old 405) that is easy to place on the road, even though the nose slopes away quite sharply. It lacks the darkened windows of Egg2, and the huge C-post blind spots seem less awkwardly placed, so it's easier to back into parking spaces. Just writing that is obviously tempting fate - expect anguished reports of scraped sides and dented corners.
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