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Tuesday eve 26 July in the year of the Lord’s favour, 2016

It has been an usual week in some ways, although all weeks are different of course. This one was different in a couple of other ways, the happenings of which I will relate later.

First, we are well, I am pleased to relate, and which doubtless you are overjoyed to learn. (I can see you all in my mind’s eye, leaping about excitedly as you read that news). As I remarked at the beginning (was it only four lines ago?) that this past week has been an odd one on occasion, although I must admit that it frequently appears to be my lot that have odd incidents occurring; possibly the result of having my mother for a mother… well, partly that, I sometimes suspect – she was so gorgeous – just born a generation or so too early. Being given to clumsiness, you understand, is also partly to blame… not my fault at all!

Now – what has these past few days produced?

Saturday 16 July was not a happy one. Janet asked me to move the car out of the carport, for she said she wanted to wash the carport wall. I pointed out reasonably I thought, that the carport does not have a wall, so she had to change her story to say she meant the shed wall to which the carport is attached… I don’t think she was so pleased about that. (She can be difficult at times – claimed I was being pedantic!). As I pointed out however, imagine the captain of the Titanic berating the helmsman: “You fool! You should have known I meant ‘port!’ when I yelled ‘Hard to starboard – NOW look what you’ve done!”

By the way, on that topic, did you know that a Lang was a Titanic survivor? I didn’t until I checked on the list of passengers one day. All the same, I doubt whether he was ever a member of the Church of Scotland, although of course he could have been. is name was Fang – yes, Fang Lang! If you don’t believe me, check it for yourself!

Anyway, when I attempted to start the car, it refused to go.  The NRMA man was called but could not start it. His instruments told me it was the crankshaft sensor that was playing up. I had to wait until Monday to ring the Hyundai place where I bought the car seven years ago in November, but quickly learned they were not really interested. The workshop manager hummed and hahhed and said he was booked out until Thursday week – that will be NEXT Thursday 28 July. When I told him that we lived in a rather isolated little place and that I had a sick grandmother, and needed my car, he still was not helpful.

Then I remembered Pat Johnson, a certified mechanic who does many jobs around here including Terry our neighbour’s car. Terry is no fool and was a panel beater in his day. He and Pat go back a long way, so I rang him. Yes – he could do the job. I stood by and watched him. As soon as he lifted the engine cover off we both knew the problem… the bush rats had cheerfully chewed their way through the wires leading to the cam shaft sensor! Three hours and $390.00 later, we were back on the road. Pat had to solder the wires together but put in the new parts as well. I was told of one man whose new Jeep had all the wires eaten out. Cost? $8.000.  Terry told us later that a good preventative is Glen 20. There is a spray can full of the stuff which Janet uses and we squirted it everywhere. Janet also looked up other preventatives such as mothballs, peppermint oil etc.

The following day we drove to Bunnings at Morisset. We went to buy mothballs and Janet wanted a new broom. She’s been complaining of late that the old one has a fault in the landing gear…

As I waited, a quaint-looking fellow appeared in a clown’s hat and with a painted face beside a chocolate wheel.: “Gather around folks – this is a Bunnings promotion – join in the fun…!” etc. We all gathered about and he handed out two tickets to each of us. I had numbers 1 and 9. After much spruiking he wound ‘er up and let ‘er go…I watched the wheel trickle to a stop – and where should it stop but on 9!! I gave an excited shout and held up the ticket. The others clapped and looked happy for me. The clown handed me a Bunnings $20 gift voucher and spun the wheel again… As soon as it stopped I gave another excited shout and jumped forward, waving my next ticket. Now my fellow chocolatiers looked anything BUT pleased. The clown looked astonished and many of my former, short-lived friends wore faintly murderous expressions. I looked at the dropped jaws around me and grinned cheekily: “Only joking.” Much merriment. The other winner must have walked off before the wheel stopped for no one came forward, so they had another spin.

That’s THREE things I’ve won lately and didn’t spend a cent: an autographed copy of Stephen King’s The Shining; due to arrive from England in a few days; a powerful electric torch (delivered via my forehead, which it struck violently as it was thrown to me) and now this. It’s amazing. Normally I’d never get a kick in a stampede.

Janet appeared from some aisle where she had been testing the aerodynamics of brooms various, and I showed her the voucher. She too was amazed and commented on the lovely flowers she could buy with that, but I’m not quite ready to part with it. I want to look at it and gloat… (You have no idea just how patient and forgiving she is – or maybe you do!).

At the OAM morning teaThe rest of the week was not eventful in that we had no car, but on Wednesday our friend George drove us to Cardiff RSL for the annual OAM morning tea which is put on each year at this time for those locals newly awarded the Medal of the Order of Australia in the Queen’s Birthday Honours list. It was a very pleasant affair… all the cups of tea and cucumber sandwiches, cakes and goodies one could eat. We found ourselves sitting with two delightful couples; one formerly African, one formerly Chinese who have both served this country very well indeed and both the men wore OAM badges. They were very interesting to talk to so the time passed swiftly. Another friend drove us home.

Oh well, it is now 11.55pm so I’ll post this off.