I've been in England for a few weeks, visiting family and friends, and there hasn't been much material suitable for blogging. When I have thought of recording or propagating anything it's been because I'm angry: over the disappointing and apparently stupid shenanigans of British politicians, the shameless greed of bigbusinesspeople and bankers, or, even worse, life-threatening injustice and persecution.
English driving depresses me too.
So, I am glad to have something happier to report. Roo had been squealing at any electrical load; $Friend#1 said the belt would be a quick and easy job at a garage, $Friend#2 told me to go to the garage she uses - Forest Gate Garage on the road to Friday Street. I went down there to make an appointment and arrived just as they closed for lunch. Bloke saw me and came over to the gate, asking what was the trouble. I explained, and he said he'd do it straight away. It took longer than expected, and he had to crawl under the car and lie in the mud (did I mention that it was raining hard and there are minor floods here?). Now, I know that it's too fiddly to put a small job through the system and there's usually no box for it, but I like to give them a little something in the nature of a tip. The poor man was wet and muddy too. He refused with a big grin: "You're a visitor here, from France, and anyway I did it in the lunch break." Wasn't that sweet?
1 comment:
It's nice to hear a good story of someone being friendly and helpful. I guess one only tends to hear negative comments because those are the ones that get us riled enough to write about them.
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