Sorted And Home

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Another diary post this evening as it's been a fraught day trying to get the frankly lethal front tyres on the car changed in order to get back home from Lancashire safely. I woke and rose early this morning so I could get on the case of the car tyres before the rest of the population booked everything up first. The only place I could find online that could locally supply and fit the correct boots for may car was a Kwikfit in Lancaster, about fifteen minutes drive from base, so I duly ordered a pair of tyres and booked what seemed to be an appointment for the start of play at 08:30: easily achievable, given that when I was getting ready this morning, the moon was still setting over Morecambe Bay: pictured from the bathroom window. However, after having forked out over a hundred quid, I quickly discovered that the machine had conspired to book me in for the twelfth of April: as much use to me as the proverbial chocolate teapot.

So I thought, bugger it, I'll go there anyway at opening time and check the lie of the land. It turned out that my payment had gone through, the tyres were in stock on the day as quoted online, and the very nice guy who I spoke to said he would do the job around lunchtime. So we went and had coffee, did some shopping, had a nice walk along the canal, had a pint of real ale at the pub on the towpath - sat out in glorious late winter sunshine - and made our way back to wait for the car to be finished. In half-an-hour or so, we were on the road back here to Rachub. Anyhow, Wales having been annihilated by England in the rugby, it falls to me to support my second team, France, who kick off against Scotland in ten minutes, so I'm outta here, folks: talk tomorrow...

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