There is something very pleasant about sitting here at half past ten on a Sunday morning, looking out on crocus, snowdrops, polyanthus in bloom and plenty of bulbs peeping up and soon to be in flower (weather permitting) and not having to think what I am going to do about Sunday lunch.
All I have to do is make a decision between prawn salad with chips or salmon florentine with vegetables.
Tess has been walked on a sunny morning. The wind is very strong; far too strong for me to walk far but I managed a walk round the block and Tess managed her usual quantity of lavatorial duties so I don't have to venture out again until my drive to collect W and drive to our restaurant.
My dashboard keeps telling me that it is time for an oil change. I bought my Vauxhall Corsa new in April 2017. The garage told me I needed an oil change in March 2018 and now they have sent me a letter to say I need an oil change in February 2019. now my dashboard has joined in. This seems to mean that the car doesn't go a full year without a service. The only thing is that my mileage is very low (well under five thousand in two years) so perhaps that has some bearing on things. My knowledge of all things technical is absolutely nil. I have had two husbands who were good at this kind of thing and I refuse to learn about such things now. I shall bask in ignorance.
So, tomorrow morning I shall ring the garage in Northallerton and book my car in. Luckily the garage is directly opposite a shop which sells all manner of things worth looking at so I shall wander across the road and inspect their material, wool, rugs, sheets, you name it. Probably have a coffee first at the garage - that is if there is anyone around to work the machine for me!!