A day of rain and some small garden achievements.
As the evening arrived, the sky cleared and I took the opportunity to take the dogs on a bonus walk.
The ailing car, still flashing alarming engine related warnings, is now driving about as well as my first mini did when it was only firing on three cylinders (and that day, incidentally, I had to go to two weddings, one in the morning in Bath and another in the afternoon in Weybridge – Harriet Walsh a very enjoyable one too – driven in a loop from North London, annoying every other driver on the road).
Today I only had to drive a quarter of a mile to the start of the Viaduct walk but managed to kangaroo hop the entire way, revving the engine madly to actually get some forward motion.
Calmed my nerves as I sauntered along over the bridge, watching a pair of swans with a sole fluffy grey cygnet, gliding gracefully under me.
On the other side, I stepped off the path to allow a frail looking couple to pass me and slipped on the wet grass, pitching myself forward and forcibly bending my crappy knee, causing me to swear, roll over and tumble down the bank onto my arse.
The lovely old pair were very concerned and apologised profusely saying they felt terrible that they couldn’t bend down to help me otherwise they’d probably join me on the floor and never get back up again.
I waved them on smiling through gritted teeth as I gingerly straightened my leg, causing me to nearly throw up with pain.
I sat on the wet grass for at least 10 minutes before I could get up again, by which time my left ear had been given a comprehensive washing courtesy of the lab pup attempting to make me feel better.
Hobbled soggily back to the car and lurched home again for a beverage and late supper.