We had another early start because the campervan was due in for its MOT first thing, and it was due in a whole hour before my car had been booked in the day before. So we got up and went straight out, without any breakfast. We went to the compound, collected the van, and I followed to the garage with the intention of bringing us both home for breakfast before going back for it.
But the mechanic asked us to wait. We were 20 minutes early and he said it would only take 30 – 40 minutes. So we parked up and waited…I know why he wanted us on hand to take it as soon as he was done. He didn’t want a Ford Transit van taking up vehicle space while he waited for us to go back.
Fifty minutes later…It passed its MOT (Yay!), but with some advisories. Brake pipe corrosion, and some chassis work at the back. He also advised that we were a reversing light out (but we only need one working to pass the MOT) and a number plate light out (ditto). But he passed it, so we’re able to go away in it for a week.
We booked my car in for a service in 3 weeks’ time, and we booked the van in for the above and a service in 4 weeks’ time, and then we headed back home via the compound. By the time we’d had breakfast and I’d fed the birds, I didn’t hit my desk until 11am. That was still 90 minutes earlier than I thought I would, though. So I transferred those dates to the calendar, started today’s blog post, and shared the gig list post.
Next up – transferring the client edits to screen. I had a good 2 hours at this before it was time for something to eat. Dinner started at around 1:20pm and I was reading DATE WITH DEATH by Julia Chapman when the call came in that the poet’s car was ready. I finished the chapter, and at 2pm we went off to collect his car.
I came straight home, so I could park on the drive and get back to work. But he called to say his car was giving him strange warning messages and he turned around and went back. I was then on standby in case he needed me to go and collect him again. Before he got there, he called them too and they convinced him to come home, saying it would sort itself out. The battery was just flat. So he turned around again and came home.
By the time he got home, the message had stopped flashing up.
I carried on working in Pomodoros until I could smell tea cooking. I’d cleared 106 pages. Not quite halfway, as I hoped, but still past the 100-page milestone. I closed everything down, ready to carry on today. I only have half a day. I hope I can do it.
Have a great weekend!
You can do this! I believe in you!
You’re doing a great job clearing everything off for a vacation.
Thank you! The job went off at 11:30 last night! So I still made my own self-imposed deadline! (Even if it did have to wait until I could get a hot-spot connection via my phone from the middle of a field in the middle of rural Worcestershire – my favourite county for pronunciations!) (Wuss-ter-sheer)