Picture the scene:
You’ve got a plan for the day.
You know when you know exactly what you’re going to do. You know it’s going to be a long day, so you have a good breakfast:
(That may look like a normal bowl of carrot cake porridge but it’s, like, totally different – I cooked the carrot separately, by steaming it in the microwave, then stirred it in – so different 🙂 and why did it take me this long to think of putting coconut butter on the top?! Mad.)
Anyway. You cycle to the yard because you’re going to drive this:
Up to Essex and back. It’s only just had its plate (MoT) so it should be ok.
It refuses to start until it’s had 3/4 hour on the battery charger. You swear a lot during that time but eventually get going.
Twenty minutes later, you hear a rattle, which gets progressively worse. You pull in to the petrol station, take an unenthusiastic look underneath – and realise the exhaust pipe has fallen off.
You swear a bit more and try to be polite when you ring the mechanic to tell him (through gritted teeth) what’s happened. You wait a while for him to turn up…
When you eventually get home, you realise it could have been worse. It happened relatively close to home, it’s a beautiful warm autumn day and it saves a seven-hour round trip 🙂
You make a lovely mushroom omelette for dinner:
You manage to put too little oil on the pan so it sticks, but, after everything else, you can just about cope with that 🙂
Hope you’ve had a good sunny Saturday!