I finally bothered to look for a car insurance quote this morning. Not entirely to my surprise, I found one that had the same level of excess (couldn't think what it was called for a minute, nearly called it a surplus) that I'd had before, of £250 and the same other terms, for £210, rather than the £244 I'd been quoted from the company I'd paid £203 to last year, and this time they wanted £300 excess.
I'd rather stay with the same company, but it is made hard for me. I recognise that I've been charged a low price to get my custom and that I'll need to shop around again next year. I did ring the company, in fact, and was offered a price around £230 with a £250 excess - if they'd sent that to me, I'd have just paid it. So why on earth not? I'm not that bad a risk - I mean, anyone can have an accident, but I've never had a car insurance claim and I've been driving for 39 years.
Gosh. 39 years.
Sunk in contemplation.
It's an indication of my level of ... shall we call it relaxation, rather than laziness? Oh, go on, let us ... that this was almost all I did today. I wrote 15 letters, which was three letters and 13 copies of one of them and walked round the village to post them. I strode out, noting that this was the first time that I sometimes forgot to notice every step that I took. This is, I can't remember if I've mentioned, one of my simple and humble ambitions. Just to walk without noticing the action of walking. I'm nearly there.
I also made a couple of necessary phone calls, one of which was to cancel an engagement that I quite wanted to do, but which I can't get to next week as I may not drive yet. I could get a lift one way, but not both. Still, even for little prinZess, that isn't so dreadful, I suppose.
Last night, my back ached so much that I lay on my side for a while to sleep - on the operated side, so that there wasn't a danger of the joint slipping out. It hurt, but I was so tired by then that I slept anyway for a while. The Sage and I still aren't sleeping all that well.
Marmalade tomorrow. I have the oranges, the lemons, the sugar and the jars. I think that's all I need, isn't it? Preserving pan, of course.