Face the Sun

MOT day, so up early with the workers to drop the car off. Then a call in at the registry office, some old town closes, the bank and home. And then out again - to the dental hygienist. I've decided that keeping the teeth in good order is probably worth spending money on. Unfortunately I fear the car will have even more money spent on it, as the robbers eventually call to say that it's failed. Brakes. Aye right. Hee haw wrong with them. Lack of use, if anything. So I sit at Loudon's and chomp my pristine gnashers into banana and caramel cake in a joyless manner.
Later the boat club meeting, mercifully short as the harbour sec is indisposed. Black Pete takes up the mantle. Apparently people have been using chairs in the Bell Block without removing their overalls. The council considers the issue, and a decision is reached. The house convener shall procure a sign reminding members to remove their overalls. Then someone pipes up: what if they're not wearing overalls but just dirty work clothes?
I can see a working party may be needed.