Grrrr

I didn't get to bed until 3am this morning - having watched to the end of Aretha Franklin's funeral, so I was not quite ready to wake to go to church with G. [G told me later in the day that the Queen got her guard to play RESPECT yesterday during the changing of the guard. How cool is that?]

Got a few things done in the flat; then G said we should take my car out for a run as Pauline had already indicated problems with the battery and starting.

We set out around 5:30. The car took some coaxing to start, but it got going nicely. We thought it might be a case of running it and allowing the battery to charge. We drove to Motor City and back and then coming back into Dubai, I could feel the engine losing power and had just enough time to move into the hard shoulder when it completely stopped. AAGH!!! So annoying!

G put my little triangle out, and the recovery truck came soon enough. We drove straight to Volvo. It all seemed very smooth and straightforward but I am not so happy to be getting so familiar with riding in a recovery truck!

We got an Uber back home - it was cheaper to do that than get a local taxi. We stopped to pick up a biryani from a local place that people often rave about. (It was the first time for me.)

And it is the 1st of September! Last four months of 2018 already. Amazing.