Tim will be off-road for the next few months, having had a medical incident that means the DVLA has had to be told about it, and 6 months’ wait is standard. As he’d gone down to Reading in his own car three weeks ago, and was advised not to drive back – though it wasn’t actually illegal to do so – he had to put me on his insurance and the first time I drove the small but nippy 3 litre jalopy was through Reading and on the motorways. And that was okay but I’ve driven automatics for a number of years now and so a clutch and 6 gears was something to reckon with.
All is fine, Tim is fine and it’s all precautionary. We’re going to be together all the time from now on – we’d efficiently spread ourselves for the last year or so, but one always looks for the best in any situation and we intend to do nice things when we visit Reading together.
The *nice thing* we did today, however, was try out the new iron. I decided against a steam press in the end. I wasn’t convinced it would be the best way of dealing with the tablecloths. I have, however, bought one of those irons with a separate reservoir and we used it for the first time. It certainly cuts through the shirt ironing and also steams out creases on a hanging-up jacket. I’m building myself up to try the tablecloth – I’m sure that, at the least, it’ll be much better than my previous iron.
The good news from next door is that Rose’s Lawrence has finished his course of chemotherapy. Now he has to recover from that, of course, but he’s coped very well and she’s been a real brick.
I’ve also bought a carpet shampooer. I’m clearly turning into a domestic goddess. Not before time.