I don't know if we will get round to actually looking at a real car this weekend. It would be good to move forward. I made myself laugh - never a bad thing - by imagining that a rev counter will tell me how many vicars I'm transporting. I also like it when they say the car has history, I picture there being a back story, rather than a sheaf of paperwork.
A sadly defining moment last night was when something was pushed through the letter box and the dog didn't notice - is his hearing beginning to go as he ages? After 6 years of incessant barking at every wandering leaf you think I'd be glad. Only it's a sign he's not what he used to be. And for the last couple of weeks we've not had a doorbell so actually if he no longer is going to notice visitors, my canine doorbell won't be effective and I don't want to miss anyone. Not even wandering leaves.
It's felt hard to shake off the feeling of failing on all fronts today. Glad it's nearly the weekend, I'm hoping there will be singing today and drumming tomorrow. And I think I'll crack open a jigsaw puzzle.
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