Do not fear Dear Reader, we were all talking to each other before bedtime so all is peace and harmony (ish) once more. Not such a restful day today. Linas went in early with Peter as he had to catch a train to Plymouth and I had volunteered (to maintain the peace and harmony), to collect him from the station in the afternoon. This was also a good opportunity to do some shopping in Tescos. Such a relief to get some fresh fruit and fruit juice.
It was on the journey home that problems began. I had looked at the temp gauge in the car on the way out and it was reassuringly low. I didn't look again until we were nearly home, shock horror! it had swung up past the red to the max!! As we were nearly home I took a chance and continued on, coasting down the last few hills. Not surprised to find the radiator empty. Hmm, Only had a service and MOT a few weeks ago but I am assured by those who know that leaks can happen all of a sudden. We've poured in lots of water and will see how much comes out by the morning. The other problem is that I still need a few items of shopping which I was planning to get in Ilfracombe tomorrow but Linas needs to go to the bank asap and that's in Barnstaple. Funny, I thought I was supposed to be convalescing.
It's lovely sitting outside in the cool of the evening. I think they must be having Pony Camp next door as the sounds of childish squeals are ringing up the valley.
Am I an old fuddy duddy to think it important to wear a hat in such sunny weather? As I drove around town I saw only one person wearing a hat of any sort, and he looked distinctly continental. I wore a straw hat which I had to hang onto a few times in the car as I had the windows and the sunroof open. More people were wearing shorts but there was a fair amount of overdone too-pink skin to be seen. I know that this kind of weather is unusual but will they never learn?
2 comments:
Ruta...the photo of your house is enchanting. I write often that I (in my mind) insert myself in your photographs. Well, I sat in your yard and admired flowers and loved hearing the voices of the children.
I look a real dunce in a hat. However, I wear one all the time in summer. The looks I get I choose to think are admiring my hat not my dunce look.
Feel free to join my friends and I as we spend tomorrow afternoon inthe garden chatting, drinking tea and eating.
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