Walking

I did a lot of walking on Friday and Saturday. The wheel on my bike needed repairing and while I could probably do it myself, I still would have had to walk to the bike shop in St Kilda to buy a spoke and then find my wheel truing tool somewhere in the mess that is my bedroom. Getting a professional to do it seemed to be the safer and more expedient option.

The guy at the bike shop said that the wheel would be ready by 2.00 p.m. but by the time I had to run a few errands in Prahran (on the train) it was time to go to do my telephone counselling so it had to wait until Saturday.

Come Saturday and a nice walk through the leafy streets of Elwood to the bike shop and the wheel has not been started. Grrr! After effusive apologies they promise that it would only be 20 minutes to fix it so I get the The Age and head to the nearest coffee shop. I return to pick up the wheel and the very scary lesbian with the multiple facial piercings (and who was all of 150 cm tall) tells me it would be $25.00. The guy who I left the wheel with on Friday told me $20.00, which is what I ended up paying for it.

I should remind people who may have visited my web site that the car described thereon is not a well Mitsubishi. Basically the engine has blow some valves so that when it warms up it refuses to idle. This can be scary when one is turning a corner and the engine stops; along with the power steering and power brakes. Not a good look. So now the thing is sitting in the driveway of the apartment block gathering leaves and looking sad. It's now out of registration and I cannot afford the ~$2000 it will take to fix it so I don't quite know what to do with it. Aside from the engine, it is in perfect condition inside and out so it seems shame to shunt it off to the wreckers, but that is about the only option I can think of which will get me at least some money.

Otherwise I spent the weekend quietly; going to the gym for a proper workout on Saturday (ouch!) and an aqua class this morning. Meanwhile the MGLC spent the weekend at Healesville for a rehearsal camp. I don't go to these as I snore really badly and I have no wish to inflict my subterranean rumblings on others sharing my dorm room, and I am not sure I could cope with a whole weekend with a lot of people. I still get the occasional twinge of a panic attack in large groups and being shut up with 90 people just seems like the ideal way to set me off.