If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster . . .

Our only filling station at the time of writing. Our other garage is allegedly awaiting a face lift and its pumps are out of use.

Off to take OH to her Opticians appointment. Ha! think I, now I will go and fill the car up with petrol – the gauge was getting suspiciously low. I took my wheelie walker and a walking stick and used the stick to get out while I operated the pump. The car needed a lot of petrol so I was on my legs for some time. When the filling finished I made my way across the forecourt and into the shop and to the till which, for me, was quite a long walk. Having paid I made my way back to the door using the stick and their sweet shelves for support, but once I got outside I was quite unable to launch myself off and cross the forecourt back to the car. I have had labyrinthitis for a couple of weeks but it usually only affects me at night when I get up out of bed, and when I lie down again. It was quite a frightening situation (correction : very frightening) and goodness knows what would have happened had a young man appeared out of nowhere and helped me across the void back to the car. He looked at me very oddly and no doubt wondered if I was should be in charge of a car. But the thing was, as soon as I sat down, I was OK again and able to carry on. However, there was one other job I wanted to do – to take the glass to the bottle bank, but I decided against this, found somewhere to park, and did puzzles in my puzzle book.

At one point I looked up only to find that I was blocking an entrance, so I hurriedly fired up the car and took it for a bit of a run as It only does very short journeys adding up to less than two miles at a time. When I returned I went to the Opticians to see if my OH was finished yet, but got told that she had had drops in her eyes and would be another 20 or 30 minutes ! So off I went and parked again. By this time the sun had gone down, so I kept the engine running for a while and kept the heater going. Eventually I got back to the Opticians, my OH was ready and came out, and announced she wanted to do some shopping !!!

About Ian

Retired Clergyman, and former RAF person. Lives in Kirkcudbright, SW Scotland. One wife. Two children, three grandchildren and two great grandchildren scattered across UK, Europe and the USA. Long time member of the European Movement, and latterly of the Scottish National Party. ""Here's to us; who is as good as us? Damn few, and they're all dead"
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