Autoglass Repairman

Today's photo should have been of Rod, who was standing by the café in Morrisons, selling Remembrance Day poppies. He was very smartly dressed with shining black shoes. His shirt cuffs showed beneath the sleeves of his jacket by 5 cm or so, and he bore a chestful of medals earned by his grandfather in WWI and his father in WW2.

I went to chat to him and asked to take his photo, but for some unfathomable reason, I got the dof wrong. Fortunately Autoglass Repairman obliged if perhaps a trifle unwillingly. I don't suppose it's very warm in that container that they call an office and he has to wear the livery of the company.

Driving up the M1 on Friday just past Jn 21, I had passed a ballast lorry. A stone flew up and chipped the windscreen. The crack had lengthened to around 30 cms by the time I reached home. Len rang the car insurance who arranged our trip to Autoglass today. 

Initially we thought we would have to be out until dark, although Len was all for going home on the bus and then returning to pick up the car. In the event, the glue cured within an hour and we were able to come straight back home, but we had lunch in Morrisons first and got a few bits and pieces of shopping, including a case of six prosecco for £36.

Basil enjoyed another day with Laura, Bailey and the kids.