Friday evening saw Sue bring Anne (Nancy) home for dinner before the two of them went off to see Carol perform in her latest Amateur dramatic society production, followed by a swift drink before setting for home, dropping Anne off on the way. I stayed home and had a quiet night in as I wasn’t feeling very sociable.
Saturday we had a lay in, only Andy had to get up for work, and for a change he was rushed off his feet, partly due to the fact that he was the only qualified and competent technician in the workshop. Still, that in itself was enough to raise his spirits after his recent fears of redundancy -- they haven’t gone away, just his perspective has changed at little after his busy Saturday morning. Then he text me today from work, at lunchtime, to say that he’d traced the non-functioning of his front driving lights (on his Honda Civic Type-R) to a blown in-line fuse hidden away under the steering column.
Suzie and I did the weekly shopping, Somerfields for meat, Aldi for a few bits and then Asda for the rest. It adds less than 2 miles to the round trip doing all 3 instead of just Asda alone, and saves nearly £20 off the weekly bill -- well worth the extra effort and mileage.
We had a full house Saturday night with both the boys girlfriends staying over. Sunday was all about Lewis Hamilton and the FIA F1 drivers’ world championship. Nobody can accuse that race of being dull and boring, just a shame they aren’t all like that with plenty of overtaking and drama. Well done to Lewis, something to lift the spirits of the British at a time of gloom and doom.
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