Rejected by the CAA

Another glorious, if slightly surreal, sunset.

Might have been the stiffness, but I was sore and miserable all day and it felt very much like a wasted day. I couldn’t settle to a thing. It was cold too: 4ºC, which after the balmy temperatures of late feels like a slap in the face.
 
A trip to the CAA proved fruitless. I am not sure what this means for our car rental in Portugal. I am supposed to have a year on my driving licence but I will have 3 months by the time we get there. If my new replacement licence doesn’t arrive by the time we leave, I may be out of luck. The idea was that I could get an international permit – so today’s rejection (they could only do it to the time of validity of my licence – i.e. 4 months) was a bit of a sickener. I might just have to go to Portugal and steal a car. Bonnie and Clyde and the Midget, driving the highways and byways of the Iberian Peninsula.
 
Evening: got dinner ready and was just about to take Ottawacker Jr. to his football practice (indeed, Mrs. Ottawacker had already gone on ahead on foot to get her steps in, and I was to bring her back) when he seemed noticeably listless and tired. He insisted he wanted to go, so I sent him off to get changed into his kit. An unusual silence was coming from the room, so I went to check. He was lying on his bed, half asleep. No temperature, no signs of anything severe. I told him he wasn’t going. Made him drink some water. Undressed him. Made sure he had plenty of blankets on him, and went out to pick up Mrs. Ottawacker. He slept the night through.