It’s the clutch

I could see it coming. For 5 minutes, something odd was going on. And then it happened, while waiting at a set of traffic lights. The car started to shake, jumped. I turned the ignition off. We managed to push the car backwards and to park it on  a parking space next to where we were. It’s the clutch.

I managed to get the phone number of the local Fiat garage. A recovery lorry was there in less than 15 minutes, and dropped us in the garage, the other side of town. Maria Hartiel then picked us up, and we are safe at home.

The garage has ordered the faulty pieces, it should be ready by Friday, hopefully.

Cutting the grass

I grew up in the countryside. We had about 2000 m² of grounds, and as I grew up, it became my responsibility to cut the grass from spring to autumn. No need to say that I hated it. It took a good part of te afternoon, and I thought I had better things to do. But I was getting paid for it, so I did it.

In Pabu, we have about 700m² of grounds, mostly grass. That’s at least 10 times what we had in Cardiff. I made the most of the sunny weather to cut the grass today. It took almost 2 hours, because it had grown quit a bit. But I am ashamed to admit that I quite enjoyed it. After a part of the day in the study, it was good to be outside, enjoying the sunshine, talking to the lady next door, and to a little girl from across the road who was playing with Jean-Baptiste and Maxime. There we are, I enjoyed being in the garden. I must be getting old.