Well, tomorrow we're off, for Bill Fen fun, RN open day and painting. We won't be going in the new car:
because I've just spent an hour banging my head on the keyboard failing to insure it.
Instead, we will be taking the old car:
To ensure my stress levels don't drop too low, the local evangelical church, two doors down, is hosting a discotheque, just to let us know that summer has finally arrived, and I'm knackered from shifting tons and tons of stuff/crap/heirlooms about.
I am self-medicating with chocolate.