Mr Fixit managed to service 2 cars this weekend & I only had to go to 2 Auto spares shops to get a replacement part. He doesn't know his own strength at times. It must be something on the Y chromosome that makes them give it just one more turn. And I hate being sent to get parts...I don't know if it's the right bit & inevitably I have to ring to confirm, usually with a young man looking at me in pity.
But I had a very nice lunch with my colleagues for a 'Christmas in July'. It was a very nice way to spend a Sunday. Next weekend will be spent preparing for Hayley's 21st celebration the following weekend. I try not to be stressed by such events but I know I will be in a state of high tension until it's all over.