It was an active start to the day, with both of us needing to do things today, in contrast to our normal relaxed Wednesday starts. Let’s face it, all my starts are relaxed these days, even the ones where I take Julia to work – even on those I amble down, eat the breakfast she has prepared and do a bit of cardio by shouting at other drivers on the road. This experience has recently been enhanced by a number of road closures, which gives me a lot more scope for vocal exercises.

Julia had to go to Southwell Minster with one of the neighbours. I had to go to the garage.

Julia’s day involved a queue to get into the Minster, followed by a slow semi-queue as she went round an exhibition, and another queue on the way back when they were stuck in a jam waiting for the emergency services to clear cars from a collision. They were stuck for an hour, but the driver made up time and they were only have an hour late getting back to town, though slightly scared by the driving.

On arriving home late, and finding me still out, she texted twice and rang once to see where i was. When she texted the first time I was just pulling out of the garage in my newly fixed car. When she rang, I was in a queue at roadworks with a police car behind me. Neither are good places to answer phone messages.

The story with the car (I think I told you about the neighbour knocking the housing off my wing mirror) is that they were able to use the original parts (last time someone hit it a following car ran the bits over before I could get back to them), reconnect the electrics, stick on a new mirror glass (£30 for a small bit of mirror glass!) and get me through the MOT. You can pass the MOT without a nearside mirror, but if the mirror is designed to hold your repeater indicator, you can’t. Madness in both logic and design, as I had a perfectly good indicator in each corner. I don’t know why you need side repeaters.

Julia, meanwhile, had enjoyed most of her day. It is the 140th Anniversary of Southwell Minster being declared a cathedral. They also have a visiting exhibition – 80 scenes from D-Day to celebrate the 80th Anniversary. So far, I hear you say, so good. But what made it worth queuing for. Well, it’s an international cooperation between knitters. Yes, all 80 scenes are constructed by knitting. However, I suppose you can tell that from the pictures.

The pictures are, of course, a knitted homage to D-Day 6th June 1944. The lighting wasn’t great, the cases were reflective, and the processional nature of the exhibit prevented too much stopping or any going back, so she is apologetic about the images. They are better than I could have managed in the circumstances, so I am happy with them. There will be more tomorrow.