Rainy morning
Had to get up at six to get the scary contraption to a mech for tyre switch.
Went to bed at three, after chatting to lover and packing.
Standing up was...challenging.
Got out a little late to the car, only to discover I'd have to wiggle it out.
What kind of fool parks his new shiny black volvo so that it shuts a 25-year-old rusty dirty volvo/dab in?
Not so new. Not so black. Any longer.
Had forgotten which street the garage was on, so had to call and wake the parents. Turned out it was on the backside of the block where I was born. Realized I had never actually been to that part of the street before. Strange to go back. There was a welcoming committee of two old men in blue coveralls expecting me on the street.
It took them ten minutes to switch tyres, five of which were spent on me trying to understand where I was supposed to park the car, three tries to get it straight up on the bridge thingy, and twice almost hitting the mechs with the car by unexpectedly taking a leap backwards.
They made me feel like... like... a woman with high heels in a car.
Had breakfast in a roundabout on the way to the gym. Short refreshing run, very nice. Unfortunately the Simpsons ended just as I got there. On the other hand, had already seen the episode thrice.
Today is test workshop day. Wing leader sent out a comedy mail yesterday:
Please respond to this mail if you're attending the workshop, so I can order coffee.
I expect everyone to attend, unless at home and ill.
Went to bed at three, after chatting to lover and packing.
Standing up was...challenging.
Got out a little late to the car, only to discover I'd have to wiggle it out.
What kind of fool parks his new shiny black volvo so that it shuts a 25-year-old rusty dirty volvo/dab in?
Not so new. Not so black. Any longer.
Had forgotten which street the garage was on, so had to call and wake the parents. Turned out it was on the backside of the block where I was born. Realized I had never actually been to that part of the street before. Strange to go back. There was a welcoming committee of two old men in blue coveralls expecting me on the street.
It took them ten minutes to switch tyres, five of which were spent on me trying to understand where I was supposed to park the car, three tries to get it straight up on the bridge thingy, and twice almost hitting the mechs with the car by unexpectedly taking a leap backwards.
They made me feel like... like... a woman with high heels in a car.
Had breakfast in a roundabout on the way to the gym. Short refreshing run, very nice. Unfortunately the Simpsons ended just as I got there. On the other hand, had already seen the episode thrice.
Today is test workshop day. Wing leader sent out a comedy mail yesterday:
Please respond to this mail if you're attending the workshop, so I can order coffee.
I expect everyone to attend, unless at home and ill.