The premature end of the Golf

Today, being Mother’s Day, was a lovely day. I was really spoiled by Nick, via the boys. Nick hid my presents around the lounge, and the boys were so excited for me to find them this morning. I was given a pair of slippers (pink satin, mmm, pretty and shiny), a lovely top which I had hinted at (pretty), a beautiful bone china vase with pink and green flowers with a mother’s day message, and a coaster, also made for moms. Oh, also a box of chocolates, and most importantly, a hand-made card each from the boys with their own hand-written messages of love. I was really made to feel special!

Nick came home for a quick cup of tea between services. When it was time to leave for Knollcombes, the Golf didn’t want to start. Nick eventually got it going and left, but phoned about ten minutes later to say that it had broken down on the way, so he couldn’t get to church. I phoned Colin who looks after the car, and he quickly sorted Nick out with a loan car, such that Nick made it to church just in time to preach – Vincent had continued with the worship and was just starting on a sermon which I think he was making up as he went along (how wonderful that he so quickly filled the gap though), so it wasn’t a disaster. But now we have a loan car, with the Golf still sitting on the side of the road in Half Tree Hollow. Our new car becomes more and more desperately needed! In our easy-drive loaner, we went out for lunch with our sandwiches to Rosemary Plain. We don’t usually have just plain sandwiches on Sunday, but since it was a Special Day, it was acceptable. As it was so hot in town, I didn’t see any need for a jersey, but it was quite cool at the Plain, and I started feeling chilly. My chivalrous husband took the very shirt off his back and gave it to me! He played some cricket with the boys, but we didn’t stay for too long before going home to spend the afternoon mucking about.

I started thinking about the next scrapbook page, and decided on a photo of an old canon overlooking Ruperts Bay, so am going to do a page of island relics and history. That set off an interest in finding old stuff, so after rummaging through the workshop and finding some rusty bolts and a few buttons, Nick suggested having a look on the mountain, as there is an old rubbish dump behind the schoolroom. So the four of us climbed up the back wall and wandered over the rocks, looking for rusty bits of metal and anything flat enough to use in the scrapbook. It was an interesting treasure hunt! We also collected a bunch of empty, bleached snail shells. I’m sure they must be quite old. Picked up some seashells too, which was a surprise – perhaps someone had a shell collection and threw it out, and that’s where it ended up. So we came home with a stash of old bits and pieces.