“ I'm going to see my mother, Fix the upstairs toilet. Take the dog for a walk and when the washing machine finishes, empty it and put in the next load. Don't forget. Right?”
“Yes Dear”
Looked at the toilet seat, crappy plastic bolt sheared off. Down to the garage to look for something to fit and there's the RS hibernating under a duvet, life support showing a healthy 13.6v. Just then the clouds parted and a weak and watery sun peaked through. A lone robin twittered its grateful thanks and that was it......
Duvet off, gear on , tyres kicked and off.
Up onto the Wolds at a cool 7c. The RS pawing the ground like a frisky pony as we dodge gravel, slimy leaves and the odd dopey cyclist. Past the biker cafe where a couple of like minded souls give a friendly wave and then away, past the stately homes, solemn and shuttered awaiting the spring, Through sleepy villages with smoking chimneys and steamy muck heaps and over rivers, swollen by recent heavy rain. The RS is calmer now, drinking in the cool dense air, relishing the freedom, taking it all in its stride. And then home, a quick wipe down and back in the garage. No-one the wiser.
12 noon
Wife “ Did you fix the toilet? Yes Take the dog out? Er yes... Empty the washer?” Oh shit.....
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