Public Transport

Well, the prelude is dead, or very nearly so. Daryl decided one day last week that it would be okay to drive it to work, and the pleas of wife and daughter went unattended. He drove out the driveway, and we watched him go, shaking our heads and wondering why he thought it was a good idea to drive it to work when it clearly wasn't working properly.
Two minutes later, a very sheepish Daryl appeared back home, and informed us that the car had refused to change out of first gear, and thus couldn't go any faster than 40km/h. He had managed to turn around in a side street along the road and drive home.
Kyla and I did an admirable job of not looking smug or saying "I told you so".

So, one car down, and kid's after school activities means that Daryl has joined the users of Public Transport. I am sure he is really enjoying the ridiculously long travel times. Today he discovered that the bus he had taken (to meet us down at the pool for kids swimming lessons) went via Glendene... not exactly direct.

This foray into bus and train travel is set to last for a while however, as he has decided to buy a Mazda 6 from a workmate who is leaving to return to Ireland. The catch is that she doesn't leave for another 6 weeks, so it is just as well Daryl is good at sleeping on trains and buses, as he is set to spend a great deal of time on them in the next 6 weeks. The kids were a little concerned to hear that he sleeps on the bus/train as the fear he will sleep too long and miss his stop completely. We have reassured them that he cannot really end up too far away from home, and will be fine.

I have yet to make a new dish this week (I have done lots of variations on tdishes I have done before but don't think that counts), so will have to get organised as we are out tomorrow (home group) and Saturday night (Family birthday celebration for Jordan), so I suppose inspiration will have to strike on Friday. Watch this space.