You know how it is when you spend ages writing a post and then decide it isn't right and delete it, and then have nothing to write? Yup. Me too. That is, I just have. I'm still lazing about not doing much - pottering in the greenhouse, doing a bit of cooking, reading, letting the work build up - actually, can't do that much longer. I'll be sorry if I do. I've promised two things in the last two days and haven't started on either of them yet, let alone anything else.
Weeza still has my car, as the part that's needed for her car is expensive, and the excellent garage chappie suggests getting one from a breaker's yard instead - which makes sense as her car is as old as mine is. But it takes longer. A week or two back, I made an arrangement to visit a friend as I'm taking over from her on a committee and she wants to do a hand-over, and invited me to lunch at the same time. I gave her a list of dates, and she suggested this Wednesday. Having accepted, I've belatedly realised that I don't have any way of getting there - it's only 5 or 6 miles away, but there's a hill I'm not prepared to cycle up. I'll have to borrow the Sage's van after all if Weeza doesn't bring my car back in time.
On the other hand, he could give me and the bike a lift and I could cycle back. That's a thought, actually. It might have legs, as they say.