Our car needs the rocker head gasket replacing because its starting to weep. That means oil is starting to seep out of the top of the engine. It’s not serious but it needs fixing. The rocker head gasket is right at the top of the engine and sits above the spark plugs. Its where the top is bolted on to the body of the engine block. Not to be confused with the head gasket which is a bit further down.
Apparently its quite a simple job, and as long as the oil is only seeping out slowly its not too bad, but on the other hand it does need fixing.
When I rang up the garage I go to they said bring the cat in this afternoon. So we went down and waited, but no one is there. Its a bit worrying because our mechanic has not been well and he is a friend, so that’s even more worrying. I tried ringing but there was no answer. I guess all I can do is try again tomorrow.
My friend needed help today, she is not from this city and she does not have many friends so I offered to help ring a company for her to help sort a problem out.
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Ring, ring, ring, ring.
All of our assistants are busy
There will be at least a twenty minute wait.
Soft, gentle music……
Sky keeps going dark grey, a sudden squall of rain then bright again, sunshine and showers. I’m watching the trees bend in the wind, the weather station anammometer twirling in the wind. In some places round here the power is out.
As I watch the blitzortung app on my phone I can see thunderstorms trundling across the country. Their trails changing from white, yellow, orange and red. White most recent, red in the past. You can track their movement. I’m not sure if they will get here or bypass us.
The weather is unseasonably autumnal. Festivals due to be happening thus weekend have been cancelled because of the strong winds. I’m sitting here in the dark. The radio is on. My hubby is making coffee and I’m waiting for the first flash.
I’ve felt better.
I got up early this morning because we were due to drive up to Yorkshire to visit a friend. But I felt lousy. My hubby has had a bad cough and sore throat. Well now I’ve got it too.
No chance of driving all that way, we were going to visit Fountains Abbey, but I guess I will have to wait until I’m better and we can book to go again.
Life is topsy turvey. Everything is mixed up now. I had planned to do things but it feels like I am being held back. Ah well that’s life.
I’ll be there this afternoon.
I’ll be there soon.
I’m on my way…
I’ll be there today
Or maybe tomorrow
If the weather holds.
He’s prone to colds.
I’m in a rage
It’s been an age.
Well now he’s late
Choose a new date.
Watching paint dry
I might just die!
Waiting, it’s like watching paint dry.
The time goes on and the paint shrinks slightly, maybe wrinkles as the water evaporates.
I’m sitting with my phone waiting for a call, hoping that it will ring soon….
Still waiting, another hour gone.
Still waiting, the paint is half dried, now it’s tacky…
Oh what can I do while I’m waiting? I can’t go out, because I need to be here when it happens. I will ring the number….
Oh no! No answer! Are they on their way? Not answering because they are driving? Where are they coming from. Is there traffic? Are there traffic jams?
Waiting…. Time trickles through the hourglass faster and slower. The paint is almost dry. The fine grain of the brush strokes smoothing out.
A call! We are on our way, but, (there is always a ‘but’) there is a major accident….. On the motorway….. Grid lock….. Have to change our eta…. Etc….
The paint is cracking and peeling…. They never arrived. Now I’m waiting again for someone new 😕
After 3 or more months of rehearsal it’s the first night of the panto at penkhull . Robin Hood is going to run round in a flap with his merry men. Prince John, the sheriff of penkhull and the goons are taxing and harassing people. The villagers are assisting Robin in his attempts to be macho.
I’m nervous. I need to hide!
I hope not to break a real leg! See you on the other side…