Ady took Willow to the local garage this morning as they had ordered in HT leads for her which was the latest thing Ady was fretting about. He has this list, carefully ranked of Things To Worry About and currently HT leads for Willow was at the top. Previously contenders for top spot have been Willows Brakes, The Rent, Whether Willow Will Start and more. He likes to have worries kept in reserve and currently has a big enough list of sub worries to have this one crossed off the list 😉 Is that me being flippant? Yes I rather think it might be.
So the garage have said they can get the leads replaced for about £30 which seemed a small price to pay for fret allayance so Ady took it down there and they are supposed to be sorting it. It turned out when we walked down later to collect it that the wrong leads have been sent so it may well end up that nothing gets done to it but considering Willow started after the amount of rain we’ve had and that Ady has been using some special silicone damp start stuff anyway I personally am not remotely worried about her starting anyway. So if the leads turn up it’s a bargain to stop Ady worrying, if they don’t we probably didn’t need them anyway!
We did lots of hanging around the house this morning, partially waiting for a load of washing to finish. Carina and Peter are not going away this weekend after all, so no house to ourselves, baths every night, cook what we want, wash all the clothes party for us which meant getting a wash done today on the basis that the weather forecast is for wet days from now until, well springtime really so we needed to be sure it would be dry. Carina is a very different character to Ed, rather like Ady and I. I like her 🙂 (not that I don’t like Ed).
Ed went to the new house on the bus as he had a meeting with the building inspector and was hoping the final certificate would be signed off today on the build. We drove along in the car and were flagged down at the entrance to their road by a Large Amercian Couple in a BMW with a flat tyre. They were lost, stranded and rather scared bless them. We got out and swung into action with Ady starting to jack their car up and locate the spare tyre, me ringing the woman’s emergency phone number from my mobile and Carina helping with explaining where they were to the person on the other end of the phone. The building inspector chose that moment to reappear back down the lane and Carina’s car wouldn’t start so he was blocked in. We all pushed Carina’s car out of the way so the building inspector could get between the broken down car and the flat tyred car to escape 🙂 It was rather like a Fawlty Towers episode :). Carina and I left Ady to it helping the Americans and took the kids up the hill in the car that would now start again to find out how the meeting had gone. They have not been signed off yet and still have more stuff to do. I got on with some painting.
Ady eventually arrived back up the hill having seen the American couple off. They had bonded to the point of exchanging email addresses, heard all about our story and were very excited about us, offered us to stay with them in Florida anytime we like (and can get out there) and insisted on foisting £30 on Ady for changing the tyre. He tried really hard to refuse it but they insisted they’d be offended if he didn’t take it so he did and it will probably cover the cost of Willow’s leads so feels balanced I guess. Ady is feeling bad about accepting it despite all my reassurances.
We did more painting, Ady and Carina dug up the rest of the spuds, we had lunch and then we all came back. They dropped us off in the village to see about Willow and we picked up a bottle of wine on the way back (can you tell I’ve been drinking?!). We got back to an email from the agent to say the remainder of the rent has now been paid – hurrah! I had a lengthy phonecall to my Dad about renovation costs of houses and then after dinner I had a bath which was gorgeous and hot and bubble and I even took a glass of wine in with me :).
As a result I am rather stupidly giggly and really should go to sleep where hopefully my alcoholic stupor will sleep through Ady’s coughing.