30th January 2026
I had a lot to squeeze in today, first I had to drive to Allendale to deliver the cedar chest and then find my way to John the wood’s house.
The timing had to be precise, I allowed forty-five minutes to get to Allendale and another to get to John’s.
The roads were not bad, there were a mixture of dry and icy patches that had to be carefully negotiated, I think there was only one occasion when the wheels slipped, but overall I was able to keep up a decent speed.
As usual all the traffic lights were against me, I sware if ever there is a time when every one is a green I will go and buy a lottery ticket.
I was running about ten minutes behind schedule by the time I got to Allendale, now I had to find the address.
On the first try I over shot the turning, then it was looking for a place to turn round. Finally I made the turn, suddenly all the road went white, compacted snow, great!
Slowly I crawled along trying to read the house numbers. As usual the logic didn’t make sense, even the GPS told me “You’re on your own mate”.
However I did find it, and with the lady’s help carried the cedar chest into her living room.
She handed me the cash, not really enough for all the effort I had made, but Kelli had made the deal and I was stuck with it. Just before I left she asked me if I was interested in a couple of furniture pieces she had. This called for tact and diplomacy, characteristics I do not possess, but I think I got away with being English instead.
Now I had to find my way to John’s house.
I discovered that I didn’t have his address written down, and the saved addresses in my phone didn’t go back far enough, so I had to use my sense of direction, and intelligence, well maybe my sense of direction.
I knew he lived in Wyoming, not the state, it’s close to Byron Center, so I put it in my GPS hoping that places I’m familiar with would aid in my quest.
Once I got to Granville I knew I was close, I kept going, suddenly everything was familiar, I made a left turn and there was his house.
I was fifteen minutes later than I expected, John emerged from his front door resembling a Russian Cossack. Clutching his water bottle he climbed into the truck, fighting with the seat belt like he always does. “ Give the door a good slam” I remind him.
Then we set off for the barn, the roads were a bit dodgy, but we got there safely.
It was good to be back, I had to try to remember where I left the job, that didn’t take long to get back into the swing, but first a cup of coffee and a slice of Kelli’s pumpkin bread.
We managed to glue up the back panel and cut the side pieces to shape, a good days work.
I felt tired on the drive back, it’s quite exhausting thinking for two people, checking what John’s doing and explaining what has to be done, I have learnt that patience, and keeping your cool is far more important that rushing to finish something. It’s not so vital, it is to be enjoyed, and we both do that.