The Sage fetched back his car today. It will be 83 years old in a month's time.
And then we went and called on friends.
The car had gone about ten or twelve miles altogether, and was a bit hot and bothered by the time we got back into the drive, and we had cause to call it the Envy of Sisyphus (see end of section 3). It started again after a rest, however.
On quite another subject, I have been thinking about surnames, specifically fish-related ones. I'm not sure if it's because we live near the coast, in an area of the country that used to be a major fishing locality. I know or have known people called Fish, Trout, Codling, Salmon and, splendidly, Haddock.