Staycated

Our staycation was stayed or maybe that would be staycated by the one thing I never miss living here in London — the need for a car that is always road ready to leap into necessary action. Yes, we have a car but we use it so infrequently. Now that the groceries are delivered, it has lost even the once major for the weekly or bi-weekly trip to a supermarket for items too heavy to carry on the bus.

As we were setting off for today's outing, walking by the car parked on the street outside the flat, Bob saw the front tire was flat — dead flat since he had put air in it a few days ago. On an ordinary day, we might have worried about it later, but not today. Susan is taking the car tonight so she can drive to the Yorkshire Dales early tomorrow morning. So poor Bob spent the afternoon buying and having fitted two new tires rather than pursuing new adventures. I did the laundry and baked snickerdoodles. 

Snickerdoodles are a vestige of childhood as my favourite cookie baked by my mother, but my part was to roll the balls of dough in the cinnamon and sugar. Facebook has been putting me in touch with my long forgotten childhood, so a childhood treat was calling out to me, I guess. 

The day is not a total loss since we will be having dinner with Susan, who has now given up public transport for bike riding. She has a shiny new bike and actually pedals up the steep hill into Hampstead.