Firstly, thanks for the good wishes.
As you might expect, this weekend was a total write off with regard to car stuff.
It was particularly annoying because the weather was very pleasant on Saturday.
I did still manage to make it to Ten Acres for breakfast on Saturday morning, mainly because Fat Al was desperate for some sausages.
The Lovely Doctor is away on another secret mission so I took her to the station, which is twenty minutes away.
I really wouldn't have been able to manage to take her to the airport, which is a good two hour drive each way.
Just to kick me when I'm down, I got this the other day.
Yes, my milkman has thrown the towel in which means that it is supermarket low quality 'white water' from now on.
The rest of Saturday was hot wheat bag thing on my back and painkillers.
I, and two others were booked in for Karting today and I wasn't confident that I would be able to go, because of my back injury, but for once, the English weather helped me out.
Constant rain, combined with slick tyres would mean that the speeds, and consequently the physical effort required would be greatly reduced, so I decided to give it a go.
I could always stop if it was too much.
Anyway, it was really good fun and driving with next to no grip didn't really put my back under any strain.
I was only able to set third fastest time, which I am going to put down to my avoirdupois and my infirmity.
But if you look at the first column after the names, you will see that I completed 22 laps which meant that I lapped everybody at least once.
I was happy with that.
Back to work tomorrow and, hopefully, back into the tent afterwards as long as I am still able to move after the shift.
I'm going to have some more pills and put the wheaty bag on to get myself ready.
Cheers.