Having put off the decision to choose another car – I’m not really indecisive, unless I don’t care much except that it matters if I go for the wrong thing – the little bugger has gone wrong again. That’s it, I’m getting another one and will worry about the present one being pretty well worthless afterwards. It’ll have to be a cheapie, as I don’t happen to have any money. The Sage will rescue me. C’est son metier. Friend Mike is on the case and at present it seems likely to be a Peugeot. The brother of a friend has a splendid-sounding Mercedes he’s about to sell, which the Sage was rather tempted to buy me (it’s 12 years old, but in excellent nick) until I pointed out the 3 litre engine.
Talking about having no money, I didn’t have to check my bank balance today. A cheque arrived for the Sage. *Sigh*. Although he made initial enquiries with the agents, we explained the flat is mine, and my name and signature are on the lease. I sent them my bank details for the payments to be made directly into my account. I’ll email the person I sent that info to in the first instance, and follow up if I’m not happy with her reply.
And I went to the blood donor clinic and my blood wasn’t good enough. I’m slightly anaemic. I’m going to go and get a supplement and give myself a boost. And eat steak. Lots and lots of steak.