I’ve been busy getting nowhere this week, just one of those times where I feel like I’ve worked hard & achieved nothing
I went to a Russian Ballet at the local theatre, I’ve don't remember seeing a professional show before & if that’s the standard, I don't think I’ll do it again
The first half was ok, if out of synic at times, but the second was just awful. The steps didn’t match the music & I found myself checking my watch rather a lot
It was nice to dress up & go out though
Yesterday was a bit more exciting
I chose the car with my brothers fishing trips in mind & it was the first test run. It took a bit of faffing getting everything in, although it’s a bigger car, the boot space seems lower, but we managed & set off
Twenty minutes later, we got to the farm. It must have rained more there than here, but it didn’t look too bad. There was a puddle across the entire width of the track & I hoped it wasn’t too deep, we slipped around a bit, but got past it.
About fifteen feet later, another muddy looking patch. I went right over to the left & started to go over that, but got stuck
Wheel spinning, but no movement. Brother is chatting away
, then looks puzzled. I said “we are stuck in the mud”. I couldn’t get out as my door was right over the puddle, so he hopped out
He’s telling me it’s the back wheel, I’m saying it’s the front & to show him I gentle applied the accelerator... showered him in muddy water
Off he went, returning with two planks of wood, unfortunately he had to be pretty close to try wedging them by the tyres. I was back n forth trying to get traction, spraying him, the car & me through the window, but we got free after an interesting ten minutes
I think you had to be there, to see the mud sprays & brother leaping out the way to know just how funny it was. I’m so glad I’m not one of those hysterical women or we’d still be there. Poor brother had mud in his hair, over his face, down his legs
, but his fishing gear is waterproof, so he brushed it off. We were both laughing about it.
I have to pick him up tomorrow, I’ll be going very gingerly around any puddles