Wednesday and its time to get breakfast down my throat and get my partners car to Kwik Fit (which I’ve finally learned to spell properly.) After an aborted attempt to put more air into the cars poorly front nearside tyre I just jump in and drive, carefully and sensitively and like a responsible adult to Kwik Fit being guided all the way by the wonder of Google maps and a smart phone. I get to the Kwik Fit shop, drive in , park up and give the keys to the small and spotty adolescent apprentice tyre fitter.
Kwik Fit barns are cold with no coffee machines but they do have Wi Fi so I am able to continue to do Christmas shopping. The activity, or lack of it is a wonder to behold as everyone hops from one job to another in between answering phones and looking for stock. Eventually the car gets its new tyres and a quick realignment of its tracking. I pay the realignment fees and drive home to a heroes welcome that included coffee and a bacon bagel.
Having dined it was onto my next project. Its Christmas and that means wrapping. So I retreat to the back bedroom and set about and firstly finding everything that I have squirreled away and then wrapping it. It takes an age, time enough for a quick mid wrapping cold non alcohol beer. Eventually it gets done and there is just the recycling to be done, the hoovering and the tidying up and the returning of the room to a habitable state. With all this done I scuttle to the post office and post off my final Christmas postings. On the way back from the posting I notice the full moon rising over the house, it is awesome and stirs me.
Back home our guest for the night arrives and after a quick chat my partner and her friend go out to eat. I eat soup and start to draft the blog while catching up with the last of the Lucifer series. My evening will cruise to my bed and finally sleep. It feel like I have been busy and neglectful of the people that I write to regularly so tomorrow I shall head to the Shed and try to write some pre Christmas letters. I also need to pick up my training, Rocket does not approve of my slothfulness.
