Fiona has been fixed. She's already had a service and her MOT, and the punctures in the rear tyres have been dealt with. And now, today, she has had brand new rear brake disks and pads fitted. I can go off on my Northern Tour next month with complete peace of mind.
I'm more-or-less ready to go now. The caravan has been turned around in the driveway, ready for hitching up. If pushed, I could load it up in just a couple of hours, and then be on the road. How tempting that is! I'm beginning to feel somewhat confined, not having gone far since March. I can't imagine never going away like this from time to time. A constant change of scene seems so important.
I've got to admit it, I've become a restless kind of person, who enjoys their home but needs to get out often. I really don't think that I could ever now settle into a quiet, go-nowhere existence totally centred around a local job or a local interest. There's some point in discussing this, because I've heard that Waitrose (my favourite supermarket) is expanding its operations in mid Sussex. The store at nearby Burgess Hill is being extended, and a completely new store will be opening in Haywards Heath. It has crossed my mind that it wouldn't be a bad idea to get myself a part-time job with Waitrose from the end of this year until my State Pension kicks at the end of 2014. Say I cleared £80 a week after tax and NIC, and the expense of driving to work and back, and kept it up for a year. That would be very handy money. It would let me do more caravanning.
But then, would I have the opportunity? The commitment to do the job would stop me going away for anything more than short breaks. And would I really want to pin myself down to a go-to-work routine again? All right, it would only be two or three days a week, and it would be local. But once the novelty has worn off, I can see myself getting demotivated if extra money is the only incentive. Especially on sunny days, when I could be down at the seaside...
Sigh. I've become institutionally retired! How sad!