I woke up a bit late and spent the rest of the day working on the car (directly and indirectly). I should have been working on my computer as after being relatively offline for a couple of days I literally have 100s of e-mails to deal with and projects to finish.
I went to the same place that had replaced my front windshield a year ago. They very kindly Hoovered out all of the broken glass from the back seat and everywhere else in the car. It is amazing how much broken glass there was all over the place. They then put up a plastic sheet over the hole where the window was and we arranged to see each other again on Monday.
I then headed in to town to the FNAC to get a new GPS. I had forgotten how stupid it would be to drive in to Paris on the first Saturday in July especially when it’s an amazingly beautiful day outside (30 degrees Celsius). It felt like hours before I finally arrived. I got the GPS I wanted practically immediately (TomTom GO 910) and also bought a proper Suburban map to give Desney something to read and verify the GPS information while I drive. I feel that one of the vital roles of the husband in the driving relationship is to provide the wife with something to do during the trip {vbg}.
I was amazed that I had found the window place, the FNAC and home all by myself without a GPS. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had to drive without it and it was a whole new experience. I can’t remember why I ever drove without one in the first place…
I got it home and spent the next couple of hours setting it up and getting everything to work as I want it to and then I was ready to leave.
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