Neither of us was keen to get out of bed again this morning. John was up first, but not until 10 o’clock, and he brought me a cup of tea in bed. “We’re due at Pete and Dawn’s at half-past,” I said. “You’d better get up then!!” John grinned. I did, but it wasn’t half a struggle!!
We were a few minutes late arriving at Pete and Dawn’s but they said they didn’t mind. Cups of tea and coffee, a plate of cakes and biscuits, and we were off! A morning of lively chat, mulling over the world and its failures, and espousing what we would do to put it right if we were in charge. Great fun!
We came home at lunchtime and had a bite to eat before I suggested that I go to the bank this afternoon. We had an old fifty-pound paper note, no longer legal currency but changeable at the bank, that I was eager to exchange. John thought he’d tinker with the car if the weather was OK, so I left him to it and popped into town.
My intention was to nip in and out but, by the time I’d been to the bank and then Sainsbury’s, it was time for the children to come out of school. I thought I’d nip round to the Kenilworth Originals and cadge a cuppa there.
Well, that idea didn’t work out as I had thought! When I finally caught up with them, they were in Wilko’s – Freddie was selecting his Friday sweets from the Pick ‘n Mix. “Meet us in town,” said Harriet, when I phoned, “and we’ll have a cup of tea out in a café instead.” That suited me, so I parked the car and walked to Wilko’s to meet them. And who should be there as well? Michael and his children, also choosing their Pick ‘n Mix!
We thought about where we might go for a cuppa. Michael didn’t want to intrude upon the party. “Well, they didn’t know I was coming, so you’re not intruding,” I said. “And anyway, I thought you’d all be at the Green Man!” Everyone’s eyes lit up at the idea of going to the pub on a Friday tea-time. So that’s where we went and had a lovely time, sitting outside in the sunshine.
I phoned John. “Where are you?” I asked, thinking he’d be under the car. “I’ve just woken up,” he replied. I told him that we were going to the pub and did he want to get an Uber and meet us there? He declined, saying he was definitely going to get the car out and tinker.
So that’s where I found him when I got home just after six o’clock. His head under the wheel arch trying to establish what was what under there. He thought he might be there another hour – he was fitting bolts on under the wheel arch, I think….
Poor John. He was another hour. He came staggering in, absolutely exhausted. He’d had a fight with the car and not quite finished what he’d intended. In the end, he’d had to jam a screwdriver in one of the holes to get the wheel back on so that he could drive the car back into the garage!! I suspect he’ll ache tomorrow – all that kneeling down and twisting about to get at the intricate parts of the car won’t have done him any good at all. We’ll see. But who knows? It might just be the tonic he’s after!!
Take care everyone. God bless.