... for my trusty chariot!
Good morning, dear Blogger friends. Thank you for all the well wishes with my recent bout of Covid. On Monday morning, I got up, got dressed and walked over to the farm office next door. Ron and John were off on a short holiday at the coast, so I was in charge for the week.
It was monthend, I had guests leaving The Bunker and the next guests checking in; I needed to run a Weigh-Less Group on Tuesday as the previous week had been online and I had to pay wages here on the farm.
It certainly jolted me from my previous week's slumbers and energized me!
At the same time, I noticed that the speedometer on my little car was approaching the 100,000km mark. I taped a reminder on the dashboard a little earlier this week.
On Saturday, as I drove to Parkrun - not to run but to volunteer - I saw that it was clocked in at 99,991.
Earlier this week, I added a printed note to remind me of the big one!
On the main road traveling back home, I kept a beady eye on the speedometer. I stopped to take this photo above
And then...
Parked in the car port, I patted my faithful little car and took a photo
Why the fuss about mileage? (kilometers in this case).
Firstly, because I can. I had no-one in the car asking What are you stopping for? What are you photographing? So, I was free to record this milestone.
Secondly, for those dear friends who have known me for longer, you may remember how I posted about buying my own car way back in 2019. At the age of 66, I had to do the whole deal on my own. For the first time in my life.
And thirdly, this little has served me so well. And I trust it will continue to do so for a long time. I do take exceptionally good care of it even though it is used primarily for business.
Oh, and as many of you know, I love numbers and making a fuss off numbers.
Ironically, I personally have not driven all those 100,000 km. I bought this lovely little car as a previously-loved car with 27,000km on the clock.
MAY YOU ALL HAVE A WONDERFUL MONDAY!
