John Lowe the Milkman

Took my car into the garage first thing - surprisingly there was only a horrible noise as I came out of my driveway and then it stopped. As I found out when the garage phoned later this morning, there wasn’t anything major wrong at all. They suspected that maybe a dust cover had fallen off the rear springs (maybe?) but that didn’t really matter. So all that angst and alternative arrangements for nothing, but at least there wasn’t a big bill to pay. Sometimes I hate cars!

A day working from home, and then an evening out at a friend’s for dinner. Not too late home but later than I’d have liked. I’m not cut out for late nights any more.