I got to Rhos-on-Sea (my navigation skills were impeccable), parked up, and walked into the shop and was immediately recognised from the machine in my hand. I handed it over to the engineer (he looked like he did this to supplement his pension) and was advised to let him have a look and come back in half an hour. Well, I can do that! I wandered towards the sea and figured I'd find a cafe or something there. And I did! An ice cream parlour, to be precise. It was a bit difficult to buy a cone (I ordered a cone with two scoops, but initially got a cone with one scoop for the price of two cones with one scoop each, and when I managed to communicate I wanted a cone with two scoops they wanted to charge me for two of these; I don't think I ever struggled so much buying some ice cream!) but I managed and sat down with my book. It's holiday! And I am eating black current ice cream at the seaside. And I wasn't feeling frustrated or impatient or any of that. Excellent!
When I got back the situation wasn't very clear. I would have to leave my sewing machine there for a week to let the (clearly part-time) engineer figure out exactly what was wrong with it. I hope he can fix it! It's a good machine when it allows me to make the decisions. And it could help me with dresses and curtains and whatnot for years to come!
Rhos-on-Sea
Bad picture of book, ice cream and seaside
Low tide
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