I Love My Parents
They brought me up well and have given me so much, but right now I particularly love them for having recently emptied their garage so that we have somewhere to store our kitchen units. Well that’s not actually why they emptied it and in fact they’re on holiday right now so they don’t have a clue, but I love them for it all the same.
Today we drove the Leeds lot over there. Luckily it being in (a lot of) pieces means that it only occupies a few feet at the back.
About 10 miles from home the bloody car started overheating again. I’ve been driving with one eye on the temperature gauge since Farouk fixed it and this evening I noticed it drifting up again whenever we drew to a standstill. I had to resort to the trick I learned last week of switching of the engine at traffic lights. It’s a bit of a pain to do that in an automatic because you have to keep sticking it back in park to start it.
I took it straight round to Farouk to have a look at. 
He told me that it was the fan switch this time. It seemed an amazing coincidence to me that the fan switch should go the week after the thermostat went, but at least this time I caught it before the radiator or some other component about whose function I’m equally vague blew. One thing about Farouk though, he’s honest and doesn’t overcharge.
Our man in Poole emails me offering to bring his lot up for around £1 a mile. It’s tempting given that Chris the Driver hasn’t called me back yet, so I ask him about picking up the American style fridge freezer on the way. He gets back to me saying that he can, but he’d have to hire a van. I assumed he already had one because I don’t see how the units will fit into anything else, so ask him. I guess he’s away already because he hasn’t come back to me.
Haven’t heard back from the woman with the fridge freezer so I hope she’s OK about me no having picked it up yet.
