Last weekend my car died. Although expected, I had hoped it would last a little longer. But when both oil and water start squirting out of the engine, it's a very bad sign! So hubby and I have been touring the car sales yards, squizzing the classifieds in the paper and stalking our national internet trader - Trade Me. So far we have come up with nothing - which has left me just a little house bound.
Of course we never get plagued with just one thing to deal with - do we? My daughter came down with a nasty tummy bug and hubby pulled the ligaments in his shoulder at our sons hockey practice. I wonder what will be next?
On a lighter note, our eldest had a school trip to Mt Cook where he visited a glacier, a sanctuary for Black Stilts and the Benmore power station. He came home last night, exhausted but happy.
On a literary note, I am reading Kept, by D. J. Taylor - there's a picture of it on the left. It is described as a Victorian mystery and is proving to be an absorbing read. I am enjoying the many threads that are slowly entwining into one intriguing story. I'm looking forward to reviewing it.
Next post I hope to share news of my new car and copious amounts of writing.
|Not quite what I'm looking for ... but ain't she grand?|