So I went for an abortive run today, my knee was a bit gribbley yesterday, it often gets this way after nights, so I left it ’til today to try running. Uh, not enough of a gap. I made it about 3/4ths of a mile before my knee went ‘um…No’. Fortunately, I listened, stopped fairly quickly and walked back, so it’s not so bad that I am limping, but enough that I know it was unhappy.
Still, I though. Nice breakfast, cook bread, bath and:
– Change the leaky hose on Chester since Volvo can’t
– See if I can’t bodge the heater control cable onto the heater control valve using tie-wraps or bent wire, or magic pixies, since apparently ‘the clips are no longer available’ and are missing. Hence the ‘very hot’ state of the heater.
– Find the throttle pedal for the Minor and ‘pop’ up to see her in her current state of disassembleage.
Only the weather has decided that today it shall rain. Rain and rain and rain.
I checked in the attic for the throttle pedal, which I am fairly certain I brought back from my mum’s; more certain now because I have looked in the pile of bits at my mums and not found it. I think it’s in the shed, but can’t easily go look there because (our survey said) it’s raining…
So I’m sitting here listening to the washing machine wash, waiting for it to become dry so I can do any of the jobs planned for today.