Pippi doing her mountaineering practice this morning.
Once again, a plan to Get Out of the House (albeit briefly) has failed. I was going to Danny in Carmarthen tomorrow to collect Christmas presents and some of his "stuff" but the car chucked out a red warning light yesterday for an oil filter. The garage did a diagnostic test which came out something to do with the spark plugs?! He said it would be OK to drive, but I - finally finding the warning signal in the handbook - see the warning light means it's due for change - but surely that would be orange rather than red? So, having to stay put as I don't want to push my luck. Can't be marooned in Carm. and Keith with no-one here to help him. Now, if it IS the filter, that should have been changed when we had the oil changed back in the summer. I hope it's not something expensive.All those expensive Proceedings of the Society of Antiquaries of Scotland yearbooks (I am a lapsed member). I should list them on Ebay and if they don't sell I will see if Lampeter Uni wants them. I spent many hours poring over the back issues they had when I was researching my dissertation.
I woke up to see the middle stable door pushed open and parcels inside. But not for me - nope, once again I have had an Orchard Cottage delivery, which I then have to deliver. Not much fun because their drive is very steep and at the wrong angle for the road approach (which is probably why I end up with their parcels).
Well, I am finding it very hard to find my mojo right now. I just don't want to do anything. I will force myself out for a short wet and windy walk in a moment but I won't be going far. I finally ripped out the remains of the Sweet Pea foliage from a tub in the yard and the yellowy-brown Nasturtiums which were very frost-wilted. I "should" plant the rest of my bulbs, and I "should" make a wreath. I "should" make some pots of jam to use up frozen summer fruits which I bought for Keith but he can't eat because the blackcurrants are strong and make him choke. I will need to take myself by the scruff of the neck though.
A parcel of Christmas present books has arrived from my dear friend G in Dorset, but the parcel has a Royal Mail plastic bag over it indicating damage and that I should check the contents. As I know G didn't have time to put wrapping paper on the books, I will then have Christmas early. Should I?