Out and about

This morning was the first day for scraping frost from off the windscreen. A relatively light frost (and surprising because yesterday had been cloudy and mild) - but a reminder to give myself an extra five minutes before starting winter morning journeys.

A small comedy unfolded on the way to the car. I was walking down the stairs (NB as part of my contribution to combating climate change I only now use the lift when I have vast amounts of shopping to carry upstairs) of my flats followed by a neighbour whom I barely recognise. I held open the doors from the stairs to him. In turn he held open the main door to the flats to me. I unlocked the door to the cycle shed and he followed me in. We made some small talk about how overfull the cycle shed always is. We both pushed our bikes across the road to the car park. He unlocked his white Citroen van and put his bike in the back. I opened my bright-green Peugeot van and did the same. We looked at each other and smiled at the coincidence. Jacques Tati couldn't have co-ordinated a better piece of neighbourly synchronicity.

Later in the day I get two good pieces of news - a). my liver isn't imminently planning on filing for divorce from the rest of my body on the grounds of domestic abuse and b) my car passes its APK (annual road test) needing just two light bulbs replacing.