More Excitement

So.  (Don't you find it irritating when people are being interviewed on the radio or TV and they're asked questions and they preface every single answer with "so." ? Yes, so do I!)

So.  I drove down to work yesterday morning, in Lindsey's car.  It was a nice morning for a drive.  I can wear my glasses again now.  I haven't yet taken them to an optician to see if they can be repaired.  I have stuck the wing back on with a bandaid which seems to be working for now.  Apart from the interminable roadworks on the Western Freeway it was a good run down.

Lindsey came back to the surgery from her nursing home visit.  Terribly sorry and all that, but I have tried to tear your front wing off the car.  The Honda is a very low slung car and the bottom front is too low for most shopping centre kerbs.  If you get too close to them you have effectively pushed the car up and trying to get off the kerb drags the front wings.  Mindful that the bloke in the Honda shop had told us to repair it with cable ties and small screws we set out in search of cable ties to make an emergency repair.  They sell cable ties in Kmart in assortment packs of 500.  We now have a tub of 497 so should you need a cable tie, Lindsey and I are your women!  We managed to get the wing more or less back in position and I have tied it in place.  It should be ok for now but might need some more screws.

Back to work for both of us.

I was about to take a stroll around the shopping centre after lunch when Lindsey appeared.  You might want to ring Jim, she said.  So I did.

He had been outside at Hill House doing something when he heard the dogs barking and a horse whinnying.  Goodness, he thought.  That horse sounds a bit close.  That was because it was a bit close.  It was, in fact, on the house side of the fence and not the paddock side of the fence.  It trotted off down the driveway with Jim in hot pursuit.  Down the driveway, through the gates (which are never shut), across the road, down into the University grounds and off across to the lake.  Jim still running down behind it as fast as his 76 year old legs would carry him.  Lindsey and Ian do not own the horses. They are agisted there.  Jim rang Ian who rang the owner, who couldn't help because he was in Melbourne.

Somehow Jim managed to get the horse back onto the property and closed the gate behind them.  The horse might not be in the paddock but at least it can't go off exploring anymore.  And eventually, just as reinforcements turned up, sent by the owner, he got the horse back into the paddock.  He's been round and tightened up the fences in the hope that it can't go off exploring again!

I think he thinks he's getting a bit old for all this excitement, and especially for rushing up and down Lindsey and Ian's very steep drive.  Just as well he was outside though or he might not have noticed the horse setting off on its adventures!