A day of variety. Awoke to learn that we seem to have some naughty neighbours. After a quick tea, hooked up and checked over our trailer before taking it to the vehicle inspection station for its periodic WOF.
Took a bunch of stuff to read as the queue is always a long one on Saturdays. Upon arriving, I was surprised to see that there was no queue – until I remembered that this is the weekend of the annual local hot rod show. While the roads were choked with cars as always, clearly no-one was getting theirs tested, judging by the large number failing checks at the police check point down the road.
Back home in record time and after fruit salad and coffee, I set to and tackled the ‘honey, do!’ list of tasks requested by SWMBO. For the record this included:
- Resurrecting the non-functioning turbine head on our Dyson vacuum cleaner. Having fiddled with, disassembled, reassembled, tested, disassembled again, disassembled some more, cleaned, dried & re-lubricated the brush & drive components and reassembled again, I fixed the thing. I take my hat off to James Dyson and his design engineers – not only is the vacuum the best we’ve ever had, it is user serviceable and therefore flies in the face of the ‘cheaper to buy a new one’ mentality so prevalent these days.
- Repairing the grip of the expensive salon-grade hairdryer.
- Glueing a Dr Scholl’s heel file back together.
After providing a quick lesson in how to use sandpaper to a crafty daughter making a wooden wall hanging, I jumped on the Brompton to run last night’s DVDs – The Tree of Life and Oranges and Sunshine – back to the store before heading to the library to scoop up a requested book for SWMBO and Brad Meltzer’s The Book of Lies for me.
Following lunch, I took the smallest and a friend to see The Adventures of Tintin. Great fun and technically brilliant but always felt like it was tailored to favour the 3D version with heaps of in-your-face action and, with its linear plot and set pieces, maximise the spin-off game potential.
Later, after a brief read, a longer nap and a fish supper, we decamped to the home of Canasta-playing friends on a whim when SWMBO decided she wanted to learn to play the game. Whether it was because I’m tired, was sober due to being the designated driver or simply not the most motivated of card players when it comes to longer games, I struggled from the first hand. Even with the patient coaching of my mate Paul, I found it hard to match the enthusiasm and growing skill of SWMBO who was under the tutelage of Paul’s wife Tracey. That said, we somehow won.
Back home and with a glass of red wine consumed, I’m off to bed and to delve into the darkness of Adam.