Lost and not yet (also unlikely to be) found

I have lost one of my racing boots. I cannot find it anywhere and I have looked absolutely everywhere. I am slowly coming round to the fact that I might have inadvertently left it at the Nurburgring the last time I was over there earlier in the year.

Ordinarily this wouldn’t be a huge problem, but time is a factor as I need my boots for the Friday fun this week.

Mail order is out, because firstly they won’t get to me in time and secondly I need to try any new boots on and see if they are comfortable or not. So, instead I am going to have to go to a shop and buy some tomorrow. Ordinarily I’d nip up to Silverstone to GPR Direct, but tomorrow Silverstone will be very busy prior to the Grand Prix weekend, so I either have to go to their other shop in London or to Castle Coombe and chance my arm with a supplier I’ve never used before and whose stock levels I have no idea about.

Add to this that I have a huge amount of work to do tomorrow and a parcel arriving that I need to sign for whose contents I’d like to use on Friday. At this rate I’ll be driving barefoot on Friday.

Lost, immobilsed and fatherly beer

A couple of days ago the battery in my watch stopped working, and it seemed for a moment that I’d be stuck living the rest of my life at ten minutes past two. So I popped the watch into my local jewellers for them to do their thing and return me back to a life of seconds, minutes and hours.

Now this isn’t a fancy watch, it is simply a watch that tells the time and for most of the month, also displays the correct date too. Often I do forget to wind the date forward, so the date can never be relied on as an accurate measure the the date itself.

Apparently they have had to send my watch away for a new battery, that means my left arm feels light. I have considered tying it down to stop it floating above my head. I am completely unused to not wearing a watch and it is throwing my whole day, especially one such as today where I’ve been out and about and have had to refer to my mobile phone to check the time – after glancing at my plain and hairy wrist in the first instance.

It is strange how we get into routines and expect certain things to be there and how it throws you when they are not there.

In other news, the immobiliser in the Jeep has once again immobilised itself permanently. Luckily I managed to get it off the drive last night and in front of the house before it went completely kapput. It is now sitting there with the battery disconnected for 24hours to see if that resets it, otherwise it will be trip to the garage for another repair.

I have driven that Jeep into and out of ditches, through deep water, into hedges and towed race cars over Europe yet the electronics are crap. I needed to use it next week so will have to hire a car instead. I won’t be able to fit two exhibition stands in the Nissan, in fact I couldn’t even fit one.

The old man was in London today for a meeting, so we arranged to meet up for a couple of beers and something to eat. He doesn’t get down here very often, preferring the confines of the north. It was good to catch up and spend a few hours talking about something and nothing whilst demolishing several plates of food in Chinatown.

For many years we did not get on at all, a situation that only improved once I moved out and made my own way in life. There was a time when I resented not getting on with him, yet now I realise he only wanted the best for me. I hope I haven’t disappointed him so far.