Another week fraught with car trouble. Saturday we were going to head down the south coast to celebrate the return of the car, but when we filled up with petrol, it played up again, so we drove back toward Menai to get some lunch on the way home.
Puff was pretty happy with the food and drink, but then when we went to start the car, it wouldn’t start. Another tow truck, and now we’re waiting to find out the next steps. Puff was very sad at the thought we will never see the car again: we’ll see.
Meanwhile Huff was pretty excited at the prospect of making a bunch of chocolate coated strawberries. She cut the stems off them, dipped them, and put them in patty pans to go in the fridge. She still has some!
A friend stepped in and loaned us a car, so we could drive to church, but then we were rostered on to make lunch for youth group, so Dad walked the kids the long way, so we could get slurpees. It was the wrong call: Huff made it almost the whole journey, but then complained of sore feet, and having been sold on the walk being shorter.
And then we had the school cross-country today, and Huff ran super fast and well. So maybe it’s just walking that’s the problem.
Next week we should know about the car.