We had a lovely weekend in London to celebrate Mr’s birthday, I took lots of photos which I will be sorting out when I find the will.
And then this happened. With my vehicle already off the road needing new parts we took Mr’s van, which promptly broke down on the slip road of a busy dual carriage way on the way home. Being in such place made us nervous, so we stood up the bank in the rain waiting for nice Mr Policeman to come and tow us to the nearest layby. The AA then took 2 hours to get us a recovery truck to take us home. I was cold. I stood there with my big brave girl face as there's nothing to be achieved by moaning and being miserable, but I was very cold. Even though I had 5 layers on and a hat. I could have married the recovery man right there with his heated cab. Dodgy earrings and everything. By the next morning I was ill.
The good news is Mr’s van is fixed but my vehicle is still out of action until a new part arrives. The other good news is that after 2 days I am now dressed. I intend to cycle into town. I have so much to do and I am stealing the power cable from Mr’s computer to write this as mine decided to break. It must be the month for things to give up. Hopefully postie will be bringing me a new power cable tomorrow.
Oh and on the bright side, it’s Ukulele club tonight.
I hope your weeks gone better!