The weather is trying to say that it is the end of winter, and that it is the beginning of summer. It is a hot day. In the morning it was still cool, but that ended quickly.
The first thing was to drive the car to the workshop. They all gathered around it and conjectured over what might be wrong with it. There is all the usual thing about disbelief, but there is no point in these discussions. The car is old and has some internal problem that lets it burn up its oil which should be for lubrication only. Eventually, a small part that is malfunctioning is repaired. There is a parking light which does not work.
There are more serious problems in the world.
At the end of all that trouble take the car to the small private airport and have a meal in the café there. The meal consists of Balkan cevapcici and is dissapointing.
At home again print the small pictures, and when they are done bring them to the camera collector as promised. It is a pleasant walk through the park.a
Take a rest at home, and then settle down to write this. And now it is seven in the evening.
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