What a week.
First our cat almost didn’t even get close to dying. Sadly Donna met the owner of our substituted dead cat and passed on the sad news. She really appreciated the care that Donna had provided and could not thank her enough. Of course Donna did think she was doing all of the good farewell stuff for her own cat. My youngest even stroked the thing to say goodbye!
Then I jumped into Tweety, my great black thundering truck, and made the long drive to the police clearing station. I was a little flabbergasted to see engine and chassis numbers pounded into my beast’s iron belly without me having to fill in a single form. And I cannot tell you how much I have stressed about getting this to happen! I drove home very excited and a little concerned about all of the things that did not work perfectly. Needless to say, the mechanic was provided with another long list of issues to resolve. This is actually a good thing, as we slowly iron out all of her problems.
Today I discovered that all of her electrical problems can be solved with lots more effort on my side. Just what I wanted! I also have been told that it will take a minimum of 4 weeks for my car to be entered on the Traffic Department system before I can even get it registered. My patience with this endless restoration has long shrivelled and died...
In between the car and work, Donna and I have had a serious run of evening functions. Socialising and more socialising. I have to tell you though, I would rather be surfing!
What do I need to wear tomorrow night honey?
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