Grounded

The warm, wet weather is producing a variety of fungi, even though it’s summer now.

Bad news on the car front. The mechanic says it will be a big job to fix it, and parts will have to be sent into Christchurch for advanced repairs. Everyone is very busy and he can’t guarantee it will be ready before Christmas. Then, of course, everything closes down to mid January. Meanwhile I’m grounded. My son can take me in for that doctor’s appointment that I missed when the car broke down. There is no public transport out here.