Oil change

(12/5/25)

I'd worked hard yesterday to finish jobs I would prefer not to do on a Sunday. So much for planning. Before lunch, I had hoovered my room, then G's and finally the living room where my guitars are kept. I was shattered by this time, then remembered I'd organised to chat with my sisters, so I jumped in the shower and ate my lunch as quickly as possible.

I took a picture of us chatting, but one of us didn't want to be on the internet. It was great to hear that things are significantly calmer in Pakistan. Long may that continue. After the call, I spent some more time switching over the laptops. Yesterday, I had to leave the newer one on all night while it synced over 170,000 items on my profile. I wish I'd paid closer attention at the time. It was syncing photos. Argh!

I suddenly remembered that the car needed an oil change, so I headed out to the station where I normally do this. As the car is over ten years old, not all garages carry the oil filter. Pleased to say it was all done in thirty minutes, so I went to Biella and treated myself to a freshly cooked meal. :))) I came home with a pizza, so Tuesday and Wednesday's lunches are covered.