We hadn’t seen MOH since our visit on Christmas Day, so as it looked like being a nice day and the car needed a really good run since the short trips to and from the hospital last month, we were looking forward to seeing him.
The trip wasn’t too bad, but road works were in abundance and coming through Bristol and getting on the A37, it was stop start, stop start for about 10 miles. Maggie tends to get agitated then, I guess because we’re still and she doesn’t understand why we’re not getting out for a walk.
Saying that though, we made pretty good time, and arrived just after 11.
Food had been purchased for dinner, so I set to preparing chops, the veg and decided on roast potatoes as it was easier than boiled or mash, and something we don’t have on the boat. I’d taken down some apples, so chopped them up and put them in the microwave. Being eaters rather than cookers, they didn’t mush, but when the chops were almost done, I put the partially cooked sauce on the top and put them back in the oven.
We only played one game of crib preferring to catch up with chitchat, and in so doing being introduced to the new beast on the block, his new (and big) TV.
MOH was pretty impressed with his purchase, but a bit miffed that he could only get the BBC channels. The manual was on the side, but still in the bag, so Hubby got hold of the remote and started going through the menu.
Having found AUTO SET UP, he clicked on OK and within 5 minutes had everything up and running. One very pleased MOH sat in the corner.
He then said he had a favour to ask, and he and Hubby disappeared into his workshop/garage/junkroom whilst I settled down with the puzzle page in his TV listings paper.
MOH bought a motorbike (or maybe it was two) about twenty five years ago.
In pieces, he has finally got round to rebuilding it and ascertain what is missing. If he can get it up and running, it will be worth quite a bit of money as it is a classic collector’s item.
Having a problem with a particular nut and bolt, he wanted Hubby to balance on the chassis on a plank so that he could hit it with a hammer as he couldn’t manage on his own.
Almost an hour later, two oily guys came back into the kitchen, job done, though I gather not as originally intended.
There is still a lot of work to be done on this latest project, and a request for a hand was vaguely hinted at.
As we were leaving, Hubby noticed a minor detail which could account for poor TV reception. The aerial was pointing south (ie at the ground) and precariously balanced on the roof. MOH was under the impression it would cost hundreds of pounds for a new aerial and so hadn’t bothered. Hubby explained he could purchase one for about £20 and with around 10 metres of coax at £2.50 a metre, it was a simple matter of going up on the roof to fix it.
‘He’ has been understood as Hubby, so no doubt that will be another little job to be done next time we go, weather permitting.
You might remember the saga of the fence from September 2015, which is still waiting for its second coat of creosote.
And of course there is always Frank.
The journey back was OK, but again a bottleneck in Bristol and the M32/M4 junction. We were home by 6.30, had a bite to eat, then settled down to unwind before retiring to bed just after 9.30.