
Friday and I wake up to find my partner up and about. I take my vitals and sip the hot water my partner has brought me. It’s going to be breakfast and then we are going car spotting at the local car warehouse. There is no intention of buying one but my partner and I are going to spend a day parking our arses in different cars to see how they fit and easy it is to change the driving position. So I get up, take my morning meds and eat breakfast in time to set off. I am momentarily delayed as the man from the garden shed supplier rings to say he is going to be arriving in a weeks time to put the base in for the new storage shed. When I ask about the removal of the old sheds he is flummoxed. I ring the suppliers and get a someone who knows nothing and promises to get back to me tomorrow. I look forward to that. In the meantime I took time to order new latte glasses as I broke one the other day and we are down to our last two. Finally my partner and I get to drive of f on our car spotting adventure.
I pull into the car park of the car super market and we wonder into their huge show room, or as I think of it “the abattoir of the punters”, with its myriad desks and chairs all hooked up to relieve me of the lower half of my wallet. My partner and I set off and head for the huge rows of used cars. We spend hours, literally, sitting in cars and adjusting the driving position. There are conversations about visibility, parkability, driveabilty and how ease any car would be to find in a car park. The colour descriptions are fun. What I call “tarmac grey” or “road camouflage” is delightfully called “dolphin grey”. Apart from the odd bile coloured “”day glo” green monstrosity there is little to choose. Red and blue of course but you have to pay more for those if new. By lunch time my partner and I need to rest and so we head for the automated rest area where we can empty our bladders, buy drinks and chocolate form the machines and do more research on our phones about the cost of new versions of the cars we have put on our “possibles” list.
After getting our blood sugar up we asked about a couple of car makes and got one of the assistants to write down which row it was in and the registration number. Off we went again back to row 21 only to find the car was not there. We wander around a bit more, sitting in cars and playing with them until I can take no more. One final look at a car and last minute comfort break and my partner and I head for home.
My partner begins to make a very late lunch and I go to the post office to get a paper and some nibbles for tonight, I resist the chocolate aisle. I eat my very late lunch and start to surf the net looking at some cars and seeing how much I can get for mine but in the end I am all “cared” out and start to draft the blog. A friend rings me briefly as she dashes to the vet to collect meds for her cat and on the way back. We chat about family and the coming Pride weekend, which in this changing social climate brings its own tensions, so hopefully all will go well. This evening I shall watch a rugby semi final and then go to bed having taken my meds to probably dream of cars. Most likely nightmares as the technology has moved on so far now I feel that I need to take a degree course to pilot one of the new beasts. Apart from my car spotting adventure today the hospital has confirmed my bone scan. Its one of those where I get irradiated and then have to go back for the scan on the same day. Its not my favourite pass time but I am sure I will manage. It adds to the arithmetic, by whose logic I run my life.


