The car has gone in for a service this morning - its first since we only bought it a year ago this week. It has gone in to the garage where we bought it in Northallerton, which is twenty five miles away, so quite a chore taking it in. The farmer has returned home in a Corsa courtesy car; no mistaking that as it is writ large in white letters along the side. An hour and a half's journey there and back, but that's the price you pay for living way out in the country. And a price well worth paying in my opinion.
I suppose you can say that it has just about got light this morning, although that is arguable, and the rain is coming down as it has done almost constantly for the past few days. With our first Christmas jig-saw (Van Gogh's Bedroom at Arles) finished I think this afternoon while waiting for the call from the garage to say the car is ready for collection, might be spent on the second one. This is a beauty with a selection of chickens, ducks and geese all over it. But the border, where every piece is more or less identical (a strip of blue round the edge), is proving difficult. Now that the base outside line is finished I have suggested that we work up from that and leave the outside to take care of itself as and when we get to each line of pieces - surely it will be easier that way.
Typing that last line reminded me of my Aunt Jessie's favourite remark on hand-washing ' you need only wash the back's of your hands, the fronts will take care of themselves.'