Anyway, I am now the less than proud owner of new house cleaning equipment. Didn't I say that the fun never ends?
And to reinforce that notion, let me tell you about Friday. This was the plan. Before I went to Corio Bay on the great infaunal bivalve hunt, I had to drop off the Daewoo at the garage to get a roadworthy certificate for it. The garage is about 3 km away. Not very far. I thought I'd take the car in nice and early and then walk back home because, frankly, I need the exercise. Then I could drive into work in my Ford and head out from there.
But it didn't quite work that way. I was so anxious about work that I forgot about the roadworthy test. By the time I remembered, it was no longer nice and early. I couldn't risk missing the appointment (it had taken a fortnight to get a booking), so I leapt into the Daewoo and
I was going to get a taxi back. But I figured that a cab driver would never be able to find the garage, which had a very discreet frontage. So, I thought I’d walk along the main street until I found an obvious landmark or major intersection and call a taxi to pick me up from there. Unfortunately, the area I was wandering through wasn't the best place to loiter. Every time I arrived at a suitable corner, disreputable-looking people were hanging around them. Possibly waiting for taxis, but probably not. So I kept walking.
By the time I got to somewhere more salubrious I was almost home. And running very, very late. Still, I had a decent walk. And we got down to Corio on time.