Today was a small rev in car history and a big roar in mine. I SUCCESSFULLY drove on main roads 7 km there and then another back, up hill and dale, doing hill starts, grocery store parking and awkward beginnings. All that, and only seven times did I kill it. Boom. I drove for over an hour, my first time using gears 2-5, prioritaire a droite (if you're coming from the right and over the age of 50, you don't stop for nuffin).
I also picked 1.1 kgs of blackberries with the grandparents (they had .78 and 1.03 respectively).
As we were ambling back home to make jam...
Me: Look! There's a huge fallen tree.
Granny: Yep, Grunkle pushed it over.
This was a very big tree, so I was confused. The real story is only slightly less impressive, so I'll let you believe this one.
I had leftover pizza and sour grape crumble for a late breakfast. It was thrilling.
Other than that, my day was marked only by drinks with our neighbors from Morocco and an evening of watching the most nerve wracking documentary about all these pastry chefs making giant sugar sculptures that break at the last minute in from of the judges. And then they cry.
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