I’m not really how sure to describe my day. Mostly waiting. The weather’s not been great (cold, occasionally wet and very, very windy) and I’ve been expecting to hear about the horsevan’s fate too.
I wasn’t brave enough to phone the garage so I procrastinated beautifully by doing other things instead to keep myself busy.
I didn’t want to hear the inevitable.
So, I picked some rhubarb out of the garden and made a rhubarb and ginger cake, which is not bad, even for me – cakes are not really my thing but I was trying to use up eggs, of which we have loads.
Then I pickled some duck eggs – the ducks are in full laying mode at the moment – and tried one from my previous batch – not bad, if I don’t say so myself. I am very partial to a pickled egg.
Then with some more eggs, I made a quiche, which we ate for lunch. Again, I’ve eaten worse! We are now down to only 6 eggs and that is quite an achievement.
Then into my shed to make another hand-felted Shetland sheep while trying very hard not to think about the van.
After that, I went poo-picking in the continuing “moderate gale from the north”, which is becoming increasingly irksome to all.
And then I finally phoned the garage. Unsurprisingly, the van had failed, and deemed unfit to go again. Dammit. A little part of me was surprised since it had driven into town very easily but the other part of me was not surprised since it is over 14 years old and was rather “pasta la besta”. Ho hum, them’s the breaks.
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Now I am wondering about ginger/rhubarb; after a childhood filled with rhubarb ‘delights’ (my parents adored rhubarb), I have told anyone who asks that the only food that I absolutely despise is rhubarb. However, your combination ,honestly, sounds intriguing: good for you! I grew up on pickled eggs which I gladly substituted for any rhubarb delight. However, in Central Pennsylvania, we made our pickled eggs with red beets. I’m only guessing that it’s regional because Pittsburgh & Philadelphia pickled your way. Anyway is wonderful.
Today as I looked at the Guardian’s photo essay, I was shocked to see Ted’s picture in the Ukraine [obviously, a Ted cousin being carried in the Thursday photo collection]. Great pictures of your fuzzy family, especially Pepper in the ‘zone’. So sorry about the van; this is why I hate vehicles.
I agree. I hate vehicles. They make me feel like a maths exam. All anxious in my throat.
I am so sorry about the van. Is the failure terminal or expensively repairable?
Terminal
Whoa, I’m sorry to hear that.
Oh no, the van’s demise is a blow! Maybe a pony drawn cart would be less likely to break down and you could change engines every day.
Stroppy unhelpful little engines, though!