Puffins at Bempton
I’m back from Norfolk. Sorry about the various delays in comments and reading (I have not even started to catch up on reading yet).
The car started playing up on the way there and got worse on the way back. With No 2 Son, partner and Grandson on board, this was not a great scenario. I did get back and am now bracing myself for a costly quote. They typically wear out by 120,000 miles (which is what I have done) so I shouldn’t be disappointed, but as my other Passat did 247,000 miles without needing anew clutch and I have driven a host of Fords and Citroens over 120,000 on the same clutch, I do feel disappointed, whatever the website may say.
With last year’s cam belt replacement I should be able to go another ten years without major work. Famous last words . . .
Springfields
I am very sunburnt on the head and ears. This is partly because I forgot to pack a hat, partly because I tried to tough it out (Note a positive mental attitude does not defend against sunburn) and partly because our side of the family was allocated seats in the sun at the outdoor ceremony. The bride’s family had all the shade.
It is painful, made worse by it being partly self-induced, and I am feeling sorry for myself. I have also had a rejection from someone who always rejects me. This adds to the misery, but not much and not for long.
We got home last night. It is nice to be back. This morning at around 10.45 all the electrics went out. They came back on a couple of minutes later and we had to reset all sorts of stuff. This was annoying, though not as annoying as having your infrastructure demolished by the Israeli or US Air Forces, so falls into the realm of First World problems. Of course, with the way the US makes enemies these days, and the Russians nibbling away at the edges of Europe, it’s probably only a matter of time before we get bombed.
At times like this, I wonder if it was a responsible thing to do to have a family.
Poppies growing from cracks in concrete
WP seems to be making changes. My media files are being presented differently and they are giving us stickers. They are trying to involve us more, stop us leaving as they mess us about and will, I suspect, eventually be linked to a money-making scheme. I have studied this sort of thing because it fascinates me. It’s also what Number One Son used to do whe he worked in internet gambling.