June and Iain were taking us out to lunch today.
The day started with a morning call from Hazy. She sounded good and she agreed that she was feeling a lot better on her new meds. We caught up with all that was going on down south and we relayed what news we had. A good start to the day!
Scamp was out to FitSteps and while she was out I’d intended doing some painting, or slapping some paint on a piece of paper with pencil scratches on it, if you prefer. It never got done. Instead I took a series of selfie pictures, distorted ones for a FlickrFriday challenge. Unfortunately, I think I left it too late to post them because they’ve not appeared on the website. Still, they made an interesting, or funny, PoD.
Just as I was finishing, Scamp arrived home, had a quick shower and got changed. I’d already shaved off the stubble from the photograph session so a quick shower for me too and a change of clothes and we were both ready to go. No phone call from the garage to say when the car would be ready, so I was going to miss out on my lunchtime drink. There was no point in both of us missing out, so I said I’d drive us back home after lunch. That would allow Scamp to have a cheeky wee red with her meal.
June and Iain were waiting for us at the restaurant which wasn’t busy, so we got to choose where we sat. Scamp and Iain had Fish ’n’ Chips and June had Beef Bourguignon. I had my all time Dead Deer favourite, Gammon Steak with two eggs. The food didn’t take long to appear after our drinks, and it seemed to go down well. I must say that my gammon steak was the best I’ve ever had in the Dead Deer. Almost perfect. The only thing missing was the grilled pineapple rings that I used to get. The others went on to have dessert. Scamp had Banoffee Pie and Iain had White Chocolate and Raspberry Tart, but June was the star with a Black Forest Flower Pot with Dark Mousse, Cherries in Kirsch, Brownie Pieces and Whipped Cream! If you had seen it on the plate, you would have believed it was a real flower pot that had fallen spilling out its soil. It looked too good to eat, but it was scoffed! I had coffee. By the way, Hazy, there was no great revelation.
We sat and talked for a while, a long while and set the world to rights again. If they had only asked us, we could have fixed thing properly without the need for a Tory leadership contest, but they never listen, do they.
We thanked our kind benefactors and while they waited for a taxi, I drove Scamp and me home. Still no message from the garage to say what was going on with the car.
I phoned the garage when we got home, but nobody at the service desk wanted to answer. I left it a quarter of an hour and phoned again. This time I got to speak to the bloke who had arranged the car being signed in. He said they were still working on it and when I pressed him on a date for completion he said Monday or Tuesday next week. I asked him for a confirmation email that my insurance had been extended and he agreed to send it. I’m still waiting, but as it’s now almost 11pm, I don’t think it will arrive tonight. Yesterday I thought this garage had turned the corner, but now I think it’s in a one way street, going the wrong way. I’ll give them until Tuesday and then I’ll doorstep them to get an answer.
One final practise of the Jet Lag Waltz tonight and another of the Gershwin Foxtrot. I think we’re ready for the last dance class for almost a month while the teachers swan off to teach on a cruise ship. Somewhere warm, no doubt.
So, hopefully the White Duke will take us to Brookfield tomorrow and bring us back safely. Just as long as I remember to keep my left foot on the floor.