Again - I'm late, if only by a day this time. I blame BMW.
Writing
Stuart Lennon
Adulting
The car is still in the shop. We delivered it there yesterday morning, condemning me to a day of drop offs and pick ups for Mrs L. Naturally, the car was not ready, so I needed to pick Mrs L up from work for her Doctor's appointment. She had a private lesson cancelled, meaning that we had some time to kill in the hospital canteen. We moved on to the relevant department, only to discover that her appointment has been changed to another day and that no one had thought to tell her.
Sigh.
The car issue definitely includes a blown fuse - which I imagine took them five minutes to identify and replace, but quite sensibly, they plan to see if the new fuse blows immediately. Obviously, fuses blow to prevent more serious issues, so I'm glad they are at least trying to look further. That said, I fully expect to collect the car today and have another fuse issue within weeks. Any bets on what the charge will be? My wallet is quivering.
Sigh.
The rail for the electric gate that I mentioned last week immediately stepped up. Our electric gate is effectively an electric wall now.
Sigh.
Drama-queen sighing apart, I know I'm very lucky that these are great problems to have. Everyone in my life is winning against their health challenges, the dogs are in fine form, and the sun is cracking the flags. I'll take some admin-hassle with a smile.
Shopping
New trainers and t-shirts for Padel. Yep. That's me. All the gear and no idea.
Have a splendid week - and be kind.
