This arvo, as I understand the young people put it (though probably it’s way outdated by now) I went over to see Weeza and Zerlina. We went to the local garden centre. When we went back to the car, because it was time for Zerlina’s early afternoon nap, the car wouldn’t start. It didn’t even try. It lit all its warning-of-problem lights and did nothing else. Not a sound, not even a dismal whine. I tried several times and then we got a bit dismayed, then became practical, because we are. Weeza went and persuaded a random couple just returning to their car to give her a lift home (aren’t people lovely?) and I said I’d stay with z and wait for her to return with her car.
After some minutes, I decided to try the car again. It started without fuss. Since, I’ve started it three times and driven 20 miles. I dunno. Do you?
Anyway, knowing I had to be next door early to babysit, I kept waking up last night, or maybe it was just aloneness. I didn’t lie awake, but woke half a dozen times, finally just before the alarm was due, so I turned it off. Tomorrow I don’t have to be about early so we’ll see how it goes. The Sage is safely back with Wink after his Cornwall trip and expects to be home about lunchtime tomorrow. Sadly, I’m out for lunch (assuming the car starts, of course).
And a question. This is what Ro asked me…
If there were a wild (town) pigeon on the ledge outside your office and it was obviously injured, probably with a broken wing, what would you do?
He didn’t give options, but I will –
a – Call the RSPCA
b – Call Norwich pest control
c – do nothing
d – try to catch it and wring its neck to put it out of its misery
e – something else – please specify
Whatever you say, I will not suggest you are an android.
*I know it’s a misquote