We had a busy night last night.
Unsurprisingly, everybody in the Lake District wanted a taxi at exactly the same moment, and so we rushed about trying to cram in as many customers as we could.
Halfway through this activity the engine light came on on my dashboard.
I had a little panic and called Mark, who said that probably it was nothing to worry about, and to keep dashing about, so I did.
After we had emptied the dogs today – I was going to say this morning, but actually it was this afternoon because of loitering in bed for too long – he plugged his diagnostic machine in to see if it would tell him what was the matter with it.
When I went out to see, he was sitting in the driver’s seat, laughing.
The matter, he explained, was an over thrust on the turbo drive booster.
I did not know what that meant and asked him to translate.
He said that more or less it meant that it was being driven by Rocket Man, and that it was the car’s own little mechanism for telling tales out of school and dropping the driver in it.
I had been, he explained, driving it without mercy, with hard acceleration and high speeds, so hard, in fact, that it had registered a complaint with the management.
I knew that anyway.
He laughed on and off all day, whenever he thought about it.
Apart from that it has been another uneventful day, characterised, like yesterday, by exhausted sleep and not very much activity, because we are not really better yet.
We are not even eating properly yet. Everything seems to taste just too exciting, and things like bread are so difficult to eat that I can hardly being myself to bother.
Instead we went to Sainsbury’s and bought some ham made out of vegetables, and the most boring cheese that we could possibly find. I made it into a salad. We are voluntarily eating salad, vegetables and fruit for dinner.
Such a thing has never happened before.
We compensated for this astoundingly dull diet by having home made ice cream for breakfast, which happened just before we came out to work, at about three o’ clock.
Home made ice cream is so much nicer than the stuff you buy in shops that it is worth doing. You beat egg yolks with condensed milk and cream, and then add in any flavour you like.
Today we had mint chocolate and vanilla, and felt newly fortified to face the day.
We are at work now. It is quieter this evening.
I have reached the point of weariness and am going to go and read my book.
Until tomorrow.
