… Lhude sing Rudolph.
I woke up this morning … "der der der der DER" – ed … to a heavy frost and a temperature of -2°C. Yes, we are going to be in for a belting winter and no mistake this year.
Frosts and freezing already. I’m not looking forward to it.
And due to some kind of confusion yesterday in the Great Satan, the phone seems to have gone on to New England time so it was an hour later when it went off, and by this time everyone had already left.
So I turned over and went back to sleep for a while, and had pleasant dreams of the High Arctic yet again.
But once I was awake again, I started work.
But not for long.
Darren and George came back. They had to go to Fredericton to pick up an engine, a big-bore Chevy 505 racing engine for a pulling truck. This meant uncoupling the big trailer so seeing as they were struggling I dressed and went to lend a hand.
Once we’d done that, I took the opportunity to leap aboard and we set off south-east, grabbing a coffee on the way past.
And as we were early, we stopped off for a meal. It was a good job that we were early too because it took half an hour for them to prepare our meal. “Something had gone wrong” with the order and I can guess what it was.
We were visiting a guy called George who is apparently the leading North American expert on gas-flowing cylinder heads and I would die to have a garage like his. He’d rebuilt this engine and we had come to pick it up to deliver it.
And if you think that I could talk, you aint heard nuffink yet. We were there for two hours – half an hour to load up and the remaining 90 minutes while he told us “a little story”.
We drove back via the yard where George (our George) picked up his truck, and then we came back here to find that in view of the weather we had run out of heating oil. What a fine time for that to happen.
And it took an age to locate a supplier who actually had a tanker on standby that had fuel in it ready for delivery.
Another thing that I did was to book my bus back to Montreal on Friday night, and a hotel for Saturday night.
And Brain of Britain has done it again, hasn’t he?
Sitting there wondering why hotels were so expensive and in the end booking a cat house even worse than the usual. And then suddenly realising, far too late of course, that the prices quoted are in Canadian Dollars not Euros and hence the difference!
Tea was potatoes, beans and vegan sausage for me and then I called it aday.
It comes to something when something even as simple is this is laying me out on my back.
