... 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.