Sunday sport

Sophie had an appointment for an eye test at 11:15am this morning, and asked me if I'd go with her. We needed to get some bits in Tesco anyway, which was where Vision Express had an outlet. While she had her eyes seen to, I sat and enjoyed a coffee in Costa, accompanied by a very crumbly flapjack that I almost ended up wearing!

Sophie texted me when she was about to choose her new glasses, and the pair she was wearing when I arrived looked lovely on her. Sophie has an "accessory face" as every single hat she tries on suits her, and now the same thing happens when she puts on glasses!

She placed her order, and we did some shopping. Originally, we had planned to have The Hairy Bikers' Tangle Pie with chicken and leeks, but, as so often happens, we had changed our minds due to Sophie making an appointment to see someone at VW this afternoon. She really didn't fancy preparing the meal later in the day. I think, to be honest, it's better if we eat at lunchtime on Sundays, and during the summer, have something very light! We had a small bickerfest about dinner and wandered around, not knowing what to have. In the end, we settled on chicken wraps with salad and put a tub of hummus and some crisps into the basket as well.

Back home, we unpacked, and I hoovered the kitchen and conservatory, which is rapidly turning into dead fly city as it always does at this time of the year. It doesn't help that we leave the windows open, so all manner of insects come in. I also ran some very hot water into a bucket and mopped all the hard floors downstairs.

Glad that we had done a little housework, we drove to Subway on Brackmills to order lunch before we went to VW. Sophie was able to order the food in advance, and it was ready to be picked up when we arrived. I enjoyed a turkey and ham sub with loads of salad, accompanied by a bottle of water. Now that we are back at home, my water intake has fallen again, and it's due to get hot again next week, so I must try to get into the habit of drinking more!

We drove to VW via our new Brackmills gym to see how busy it was, but there were plenty of spaces in the car park. Unfortunately, our management team chose not to install air conditioning in the building, and it's bad timing that the gym has opened with such a spell of hot weather forecast.

We were a little early, so we sat in the car park of VW and watched an RAC van unhitch a 2022-registered VW Arteon from a low-loader. I felt for the poor couple whose car it was! It was only four years old.

At our appointed time, we went in and saw a woman called Yasmine. She was already familiar with why Sophie had come in, but really didn't have any good news for us. Sophie, quite rightly, said she no longer trusted Olive and that the faults she was having with the car were getting more serious. Yasmine was sympathetic and understood what Sophie was saying, but as it had been a used car, and not a brand new one, the only thing she could do was buy another car, but it would mean upping her monthly payments or putting down a larger deposit.

We left feeling very disappointed, and I said how much I hated buying a new car. It's never an easy process; the value plummets the minute you drive it off the forecourt, and there's always disappointment involved. Sophie said she felt penalised by VW for having a car that was obviously faulty.

Back home, Keith was in his element watching the Grand Prix from our very own Silverstone and the Women's World Cup cricket final. In the early hours of Monday morning, of course, Engand play Mexico, and a lot of pubs are opening at midnight so people can go and watch. I will be tucked up in bed!

Sophie and I sat at the kitchen island, and I did very little, which I now feel guilty about! We stuffed our faces with crisps and hummus and then decided we didn't even want the chicken wraps for dinner, much to Keith's annoyance! We ended up having fish finger sandwiches later in the evening!