Today the elements combined to dampen my burning desire for combustion of the now thoroughly drenched garden refuse.
I completed my submission of the logo for an adoption book festival and e-mailed it to the organiser. Because my hand is no longer steady enough for the fine lines required for this work, Flo polished up my effort. I will wait until our production has been considered before revealing it.
Late in the morning Jackie and I set off for a shop at Tesco, for a wet forest drive, and for a café lunch. Just a few metres from our house the Modus shuddered to a halt.
“We’re not going anywhere” announced my Chauffeuse as she slipped two wheels onto the pavement and announced that the clutch pedal was on the floor of her seat. This, readers will remember, had been fixed by an RAC man on 10th September last year.
We walked along to Downton Service Station, whose mechanic drove the car to their garage, undertaking to repair the problem as soon as possible, probably not before tomorrow.
Before a normal lunch at home I converted the following post from Classic to Block Edit:
Later, I published https://derrickjknight.com/2023/04/14/droll-tales-22/
This evening we all dined on Jackie’s wholesome chicken and veg stewp and fresh bread with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Coonawarra red wine.