I have been feeling bone idle today and have acted accordingly. Apart from the few domestic chores that make up my everyday routine I have done nothing at at all. Disgraceful I know but it doesn’t happen all that often.
Had it been dry, with a good chance of remaining dry for a few hours, I had in mind to re-varnish the woodwork on the Morris 1000 Traveller. Actually, I don’t use varnish as I prefer Danish Oil. The latter (I was told) remains slightly flexible but intact for many months, while varnish hardens and tends to crack, thus allowing water to reach the underlying wood where it tends to be retained by the varnish while it rots the wood. So I oil the woodwork every six months and it continues to look as good as new.
The VW T4 campervan continues to provide reliable and enjoyable motoring, as indeed it should, given the cost of sorting out many defects when I bought it nearly two years ago. For much of the past two years the Morris has remained in a dry garage while the van has braved all weathers as an everyday vehicle. On my fairly frequent trips to our local hospital I have to use the Morris as the van is too tall for the hospital’s multi-storey car park. These trips are fun, not only because they are more than long enough to allow the Morris to warm up thoroughly and recharge its new battery but also because, at 44 years old, the Morris attracts a fair amount of friendly attention from pedestrians and other drivers.
Speaking of hospitals reminds me that I passed on some incorrect information in my previous blog post where I explained that I had had two stents fitted and was due to return to the hospital for more. On the next visit I discovered that I had four stents already (not two, as I had been informed previously) and that on that day a second artery acquired three and a third artery didn’t need a by-pass after all but had received two stents instead. So, nine stents in total – I think the hospital must have had a job lot cheap! I have been fine since and have just finished a few weeks of cardiac rehabilitation exercise classes at the hospital, closely monitored by two specialist nurses and a team of physiotherapists. The next stage is to continue those classes at a local community centre. Whether I proceed to that stage, or simply exercise at home, remains to be seen.
Now I am beginning to review my ideas about our transport needs. By the autumn I hope to make a decision about whether we really need a fully equipped campervan. If it was for myself only, I would sell the campervan and manage very well with the Morris. However, it must be said that Granny-Anne has been accustomed to rather more comfort on longer trips than the Morris can provide and deserves to enjoy at least the same again. So, eventually, the Morris will have to go as well, possibly to be replaced by one of my favourite compact saloons from the past, such as an early 3 Series BMW or a Triumph Dolomite 18/50 or Sprint. We shall see.