Truck

I went to pick up the Silver (and Red) Machine on Saturday, following the repair work [entry]. Total bill was £107, which was a lot less than I was anticipating.

I was due to meet up with one of my old university coursemates in Exeter, but ditched her because I wasn't (at this point) convinced that my motor was 100%[7] and didn't want to risk driving into the city centre during Christmas shopping season. Neverwell, I'm going to try and organise another coursemate meet in the new year, so I'm sure that I'll catch up with her then.

So, I went straight on to the cottage, and watched one pretty good fight and one pretty mediocre fight with my Dad, whilst my step-mother set up a bonsai tree in the corner and covered it with shiny things[8].

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[7] Where before (in fact since I've owned it) the gearstick has moved so much that it's been like driving an artic, it now hardly moves at all. Took some getting into, but I only tried to pull away in third a couple of times.
[8] Having got used to big, real trees the last couple of years, the small tree that we always used to have now seems quite pathetic. I'm trying to convince myself that the tree will make the presents beneath look bigger, but as arguments go it's not a winner.