This weekend is a little noticeable in my calendar.
It was this time three years ago when I finally parted with my good old trusty Ford Focus and took delivery of the Dacia Logan estate. I still miss the Focus as it had served me very well, having been all around Ireland and over to France several times. Sadly repair costs were beginning to exceed its value so it was time for it to go.
I still haven’t quite got used to the Dacia. It’s a grand vehicle in its own way – it’s cheaper to tax, insure and to run but it doesn’t feel quite so solid. And I still haven’t got the hang of reversing the damned thing. I haven’t hit anything [yet] and the reversing camera has helped a bit, but I’m still wary of whacking into something. I bought an estate with the idea at the back of my mind that the extra luggage space would be handy for holidays and in particular another trip to France. Sadly that was wishful thinking but the extra space has come in handy.
I bought the car on a three year loan so that is about to be paid off. The extra income will be handy in these troubled times.
It’s also three years since I had my little heart attack. I still find that somewhat surreal and had to confirm with the consultant that it was indeed an attack. He assured me that yes, it was a full blown one but I still can’t work out why it happened. I have heard so many say that after they had a similar event that it had woken them up to their fragility and how they had quit their jobs or whatever to make the most of their remaining years. It was a “wake up call” seems to be the universal cry but it never struck me that way. Leastwise I haven’t changed anything, though a twinge of indigestion can lead to a bit of concern that wouldn’t have happened before.
It’s also the time of year for Penny to get her booster shots.
Now that’s important to remember.