New wheels for Sarah!

Wake at eight after a reasonable night, the new anti snoring mouthpiece had to be abandoned, as Mark Slater, my dentist had predicted, anything put into the mouth causes it to salivate, and I was constantly having to swallow my saliva or allow it to soak my pillow. Make a full English breakfast with tea and eat whilst listening to the news. Last night I launched an e petition on the government website calling for the legal separation of retail and investment banking. I can't believe they intend to trust the banks to erect Chinese walls. After breakfast shower, dress and drive to Cherry to take the dogs on the Westwood. It is a warm and humid day and I am just wearing shorts, tee shirt and sandals. After Dolly's escapade yesterday I reverse the order and let her off first but then Teddy went rabbit happy on the way back. The problem is that there are lots and lots of baby bunnies around at the moment, we seem to have a population explosion. Back at Cherry I mow the lawns, as heavy rain is predicted for tomorrow and then drive to the pool for twelve. The pool is busy and the high humidity doesn't agree with me so after warming up I stop and chat to Colin, one of the lunch time regulars. Whilst we chat, a young guy in the next lane asks for some tips on freestyle, and as I don't feel like doing much I start him off on some basic drills. He tells me his name is Paul, that he is 36 and that his Mum and Dad are collecting him and he has to leave soon. He tries too hard and the major challenge is to get him to relax, but he makes some progress and seems happy enough. The pool is much quieter now and I decide to try a few individual medleys, I feel much better, so swim fifteen hundred metres before calling it a day and heading to the cafe. On my way there I meet Paul with his mum and dad on their way out and the penny drops, Paul is mentally handicapped in some way, although it wasn't apparent in the pool. If I see him again I will continue to help but be less intellectual in my instructions. I have savoury mince in my slow cooker and fresh vegetables that need using, so I settle for a tea and scone. Whilst I am eating them I see Sarah has called and when I call her back she tells me there is a problem with the business loan from the bank. She needs to buy a new car and some equipment for her embryonic podiatry business. Her old car is ten years old and has one hundred and ten thousand miles on the clock, and is due service and MOT at the end of the month. We find her a 2 year old Peugeot 308 diesel for £6000 and I underwrite it for her. Later I call and see Sam, my son Andrew's ex and arrange to collect my granddaughter, Laura on Monday evening. I arrive home for six, peel the potatoes and vegetables and cook them in the pressure cooker when it's ready I mash the potatoes and the carrots and turnip add the cabbage and then pour the mince over the potatoes. I am starving and clear my plate, there is still half a pan of mince, so I add a tin of chopped tomatoes and some oregano to the slow cooker and will have a nice pasta sauce for the weekend. As I type this a big fat grey pigeon has rousted on the little fence just outside the Garden Room window and has fallen fast asleep. When I put my reading light on she will probably fly away, we will see.
No she is still there!