4th March 2020
Kelli spent the whole day rubbing down and repainting the chairs, both of us hate painting them especially around the spindles.
I was busy repairing the new desk pedestals and re-joining the top together. I raked out the tongue and groove and applied new adhesive, satisfied I’d done a good job.
My mind was wandering, it was Stein night at New Holland, and I could taste the amber nectar even through the sawdust.
I went to start the Audi in preparation for being picked up, but the battery still didn’t have enough charge in it to start it, so out came the jump leads.
After a few turns, it spluttered into life, so I left it running on the driveway.
Midday came and went with no message from the guy that he was running late. Just as well, as I saw steam coming from under the bonnet.
Bloody typical, I remembered that the car used to overheat a bit, so now I had to contend with a car with no coolant.
About mid afternoon we gave up on the idea of the guy coming to pick the car up, so now it’s going to the scrap yard as soon as we get the log book.
The evening at New Holland was great, the beer was cool, but I was intrigued, where did all the liquid go? I would expect to be using the toilet all night.
Once we were home I attempted to make a cup of coffee in my buzzed state.
I boiled the kettle, but instead of putting the ground coffee in the French press I emptied it into my mug. I topped it up with hot water and almond milk, and looked forward to relaxing.
My first sip told me my mistake. With a mouth full of gritty coffee grounds I raced to the sink to spit it out. I have never made that mistake before, and hopefully won’t again.
Another Lifetime to go 