A pedestrian post

This last week was swallowed up in buying a car, although I did fit in two long walks with friends as well, as respite.

But back to the car. 

Our car must be relatively inexpensive. It is to get us from A to B, with plenty of usable room for Dave to transport all his DIY stuff. We don’t need touchscreens, Bluetooth or any of the latest tech. We like basic. But we like reliable. Our first car was a battered old Land Rover and Dave still yearns for it. He once mended the exhaust pipe with a Heinz baby food tin and a couple of jubilee clips.

The second thing to say is that although Dave can mend and make anything in wood, car mechanics is a blind spot. And I am completely lacking in any ability or aptitude for anything more complicated than a screwdriver. So…we don’t feel adequate when it comes to buying cars, and dread it when we need to, because our current one is getting past it. We are also very straightforward people who don’t like argy bargy.

Thank goodness that the salesman was a good guy and we bought a car we are pleased with. There is a much bigger story behind all of this, but it’s one I can’t tell on the blog. Suffice to say that the salesman made our week so much nicer, and in various ways. Thank you, R.

Despite all of this, we ended the week worn out with stress. My aging hippy friend Karen has a word for this which I’m going to adopt - shredded. I talked to another friend of a similar age and we agreed that dealing with heavy duty admin is so taxing at this age that we try to do it in the morning, and certainly not after five o clock. And on some days we don’t feel up to it at all, as in “I can’t face fixing up the car insurance today, I’ll do it tomorrow.”

I am glorying in the spring, and our garden is full of colour. 

Three year old MsX is also glorying in the spring. She said to her mum “I love spring. I love spring. I hate winter. It’s my worst day of the week.”

And at Hepworth Towers the next grown up thing we need to do is sort out the roof.