Samba's Hard

Attempted to learn the Samba tonight. It's got to be the hardest of all eight dances we've been learning, and even after a couple of practice dances following the lesson still haven't quite got the hang of the basic step. Hopefully I'll pick it up better next week. Still, on the positive side, at least messing this one up doesn't involve stepping on your partner's feet. (luckily, those I have danced with have been very forgiving of this, and hopefully I'm doing this less over time)

Do cars like being ill?

It feels like they do. My car was due for MOT, and booked it in for Friday, but couldn't drive it Wednesday onwards as it would then be out of time (yes, probably should have not cut the timing so fine). Anyway, took my trip to London in the company's Vectra (which I have to do anyway for businness trips), and they kindly let me borrow it for Wednesday evening. Thursday evening took my car to the garage. Friday, public transport was sorted (strangely it is easier to get a bus from my house to Coventry than it is to get it from here to work, which is much nearer), and thought I'd be sorted for the weekend too, but then the bad news came.

Rang the garage to check on progress late afternoon, and discovered it had failed. Yet another outlay, this time for the CV gators. They say they'll try and fix it on Saturday morning. Ring again on Saturday, and it turns out they can't fix it as they had some problem or other. They're going to do it on Monday. I unfortunately have to somehow pick my parents up from Coventry on Sunday without the car.

Still the cloud has a silver lining, and they say they can give me a courtesy car, problem solved. Still, they want to give me a Ka. Not good for suitcases (even my 306 needs one to be on the back seat, so a Ka will be no good). They check, and can give me a Mondeo Estate, so once again sorted. I just hope I can pick up my car on Monday evening - Oh, and that it doesn't break again any time soon. Still servicing soon due. That'll be great I'm sure.

Outside The Box

Feeling glum, stuck in your little man-made box? Perhaps it's time to get out into the big God-made world. Even if it's 8:30 at night, you'll feel better. No longer bored and cooped up, but filled with thankfulness, joy and freedom.

Decisions

Just thinking how our decisions can in some cases make us miss out on things. Sometimes they are trivial seeming things that you miss out on, and yet these things may be more important than we realise. Then again, if we made the other decision we miss out on something else completely different and just as important. We only have a finite time in our week, so we will always miss something. Perhaps time to accept that, and to just hope that I'm missing out on the right things by making the right decisions.

From a form to an essay

Our small groups are grouping into clusters. So people know who we are, we've been asked to fill in a form with a bit about ourselves. My initial problem with this was the fear that I would have no idea where to start. Having actually filled it out, discovered the real problem is that without a great deal of care, your form will turn into a huge essay. I'm only glad that I haven't gone onto continuation sheets.