It's the time of year when the car sets one back a bit. The annual inspection follows hard on the insurance renewal. The good news is that the former is typically discounted by companies that want to sell you tyres etc, and that the insurance market seems to have become very competitive. It didn't help that I decided to replace the last of the original tyres today, but there again, the price hasn't increased since the last two I did a few years ago, and today's had done nearly 47'000 miles! Nervous moment on the way home, when the tyre pressure warning light came on. Pulled over, slapped on the hazard warning lights, kicked tyres (they did not flinch), got back in, reset warning, drove home without recurrence. Yet. We had a similar false alarm last year in torrential rain between Paris and Orléans, and assumed then that the surface water had interfered with the sensors. The tyre fitting involved a large amount of glop on the rims, so maybe some has found its way to the sensors. We'll see.
The trouble with booking a car-fettling appointment in the industrial estate is that there's damn-all to do other than visit the big retail sheds. So we came home with a fettled car, groceries from M&S, kitchen gadgets from a purveyor thereof and eight new dinner plates.
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Martyn mentioned just now that he'd never seen so many blooms on one
rose bush. I'm inclined to agree: this is the Justice of the Peace rose we
bought from the hobby club, which had commissioned it from Fryers'
Roses, in time for 2011, the 650th anniversary of the Magistracy. It has been a prolific bloomer since its first year. We bought another a couple of years ago, with a view to giving one to a former colleague who takes part in the National Gardens Scheme. I don't know how hers is doing, but ours is coming along nicely:
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I can't image that the epithet of choice of my clients as they leave is 'blooming JP', but it would be nice to imagine that it isn't too far away.
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