A day for new things

I had to get up at sparrow fart to catch an earlier train to reach the new school, Broadoaks. I was still half asleep but the walk from the station woke me up. It was a nice school although some very rude students still. At least these just sat doing nothing rather than riot like at other schools I've been to. They are a specialist Maths and Computing school so are pretty well equipped. I was interested to see flow-charting being done in Y8/9, although there is little programming to lead into as yet.

J rang to say that she had shown up at the card yard to find the car wasn't there! It was still at the radio people, but they rang to say the radio was kaput so J battered her eyelids and made them swap a radio out of another car, which would take a few hours of course. She made her way back to town as she had by then decided to take the whole day off.

It began raining heavily just as school finished so I wasn't keen on walking to get the car. Instead we coordinated buses so we could go together - ah, isn't that lovely. Finally we managed to pick up a working vehicle, and drove the short way home. We now have a car in the garage for the first time in two weeks. All appendages crossed everyone!

J led the way in the elevator and after fumbling for a while with the lock and complaining about the key she noticed that we were in fact breaking in to our downstairs neighbour! A hasty retreat and lots of laughter. The key works fine on our lock.

For the last few minutes we have been treated to a fantastic thunder and lightning display. The flashes seemed to be just outside our window, and the rain was bucketing down. Quite awesome.

I'm off to London tomorrow, which will be an expensive business. J will join me for a long weekend, and we hope to meet up with L who is over here on business. Perhaps I'll have some photos of London to put on the blog to make up for the paltry few recently. There has been quite a bit of progress recently between Jeff's friend in the Sikorski Museum, the Gurkha Museum coming through with some pics and our own efforts. We may even have found some help in the USA, though that has yet to bear fruit.

We got an email from Lorenzo and as far as we can tell (it being in Italian) he has an apartment, but it won't be ready for August. We now have to try to find out what this means. Will it be ready late in August? September? Next year? I think we may have to knock on the door of the Italians upstairs to help with the language. (J might not have to knock - she can keep trying the key.)