After yesterday's failures with the car (3 hours to take a bracket off?!?), today was to be the day to sort it. And it started off well, the sun was out, and it looked like I might have a full day's work ahead of me.
I went to church, as it's the month of remembrance, to see Jules entry in the book of memorial. Now, I shouldn't have gone, which is going to sound bad. Not because it was quite emotional. No. You see, when we left it was pouring with rain. So, if I hadn't have gone I'd have been well on the way to finishing things. Instead, we had some lunch, did shopping, popped to the cemetry, and home. I've spent the day doing indoor stuff.
Given how hard it seems to be getting the car fixed, I'm wondering if someone upstairs is just getting their own back for those weekends when I was stuck under the car whilst they sat indoors, washing and cleaning. Mmmmmmmm...