This morning I took my car the twenty five miles or so into Northallerton for its yearly service and its first MOT. That is a long journey for me these days and as it was in the rush hour (and there were road works and traffic lights) it was not a particularly enjoyable journey. But by golly how perky my car was after its service. Just a tiny tickle on the accelerator and I shot forward and putting my foot anywhere near the brake brought me instantly to a stop. They gave my vehicle a wash and brush up too so I sailed home in fine form.
But I am tired. I am in need of a new sitting room rug so I called into our good Furniture Shop but their selection of rugs was miserable. However the bacon, brie and cranberry panini and the pot of tea I had in there certainly fortified me for the journey home. And as it was not the rush hour it
was a much more pleasant journey. No lambs in the fields yet but plenty of crocus and snowdrops out in gardens and that makes the heart sing.
Lunch out with friend D tomorrow and a reminder on my shopping list that one of my Great Grand daughters is four on Thursday so a Birthday Card is necessary - easy to slip money in and post it at the same time. Wouldn't wish to be four again with the world in the state it is in - would you?