Best day in the world. Ever.
The sun’s out in the valley today, a crisp autumn day. The garage rang to tell me the golf was ready just as I was about to wander up to the bus stop to go into town. I stopped into the bank on the way to collect the car and deposited a big check into my account from some dopey yank who has paid 6 months up front to live in my flat in Deptford. My lovely bank manager, Beatrice had my new bank card ready for me which I lost last week.
Leaving the bank I ran into a friend who I had thought was out of town and she invited me to dinner. Shhhhhh-veet.
Then down to the garage to pick up the golf. I like the guys at the garage. They’re good mechanics and I trust them. It’s one of the many things you really need to have sorted in life, that. A garage you can trust. So they’ve refitted the steering completely, and also a few nice little touches like tightening up the handbrake and fixing the flashing heather light that they saw were broken. OK, so it cost more than the car is worth, but that golf is 20 years old and has done nearly 300,000km. You need to replace things like the steering parts now and again. It runs like a dream, now, though and feels really solid. I reckon it’ll do another 100,000km easy.
So all these things have combined to make today sweet as. I’m sat in the office watching some Simpsons and tinkering with the Chamonix Valley website, trying to avoid doing anything that might piss me off and ruin it.
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Some days you just can’t do anything wrong.
I guess that is to balance the rest of them……