[m i a o w] the cat

Our last full day in the house. M and Rick were somewhat green around the gills. I provided tea, coffee, boiled eggs and buttered bread for sustenance. It rained steadily. M rigged up a tarp over the Humber, and Rick began to prove his worth. The electrics needed to be working for the trip down south, so while I packed away the remaining contents of the house, and M finished packing the trailers, Dad and Rick began working their magic on the Humber. If they hadn’t been there, we would have been fairly stuffed. Dad called a few Queensland members of the Humber club, in an effort to source a new indicator kit, while Rick tried to discover what was throwing all the electrics out. All day they tested some things, ruled out others, and finally traced the problems to a dodgy fuse and an suspect connection on one of the headlights. By 6pm they had cracked it. Thank GOD!

M and I were duty bound to go and do ‘final dinner’ with his family. We took along some pizza and headed over to his mother’s place, where we were certain that we would be met with an atmosphere of hushed mourning. Instead, we ate dinner while the tv blared on about ‘Guiness World Records’ and I wished silently to be at Angelo’s eating another spaghetti marinara (which is what Dad and Rick were doing). I had thought that our dinner at M’s mother’s house the previous Thursday was our ‘last hurrah’ - but, unusally, I was mistaken. After an hour or so of pizza and television, we met up with Dad and Rick, said goodbye to our favourite restaurant, and went home for our last ever night in the house.