The MB last year bought a 1980s Ford Mustang at an auction in New Brunswick which almost instantly stopped working. It is now at the Canso Ford dealer in Port Hawkesbury to which I drive the MB: he needs wheels.Apparently the problem is part of the ignition system, a "coil" and the MB is off in a red flash back to his Cape George eerie, if that's the correct spelling for an eagle's nest. Meanwhile, the bumbling non-builder goes back to Central to get some hangers for building the floor and more shims to level up the building. Then back to Canadian Tire to get some cleaning materials because Deborah can no longer stand the car and wants to clean it up. But how, I ask innocently, will I be able to recognize it in a parking lot? Without the Cape George mud all over it?
Back to making lumber, I seem to remember three days later... Too much sun I suppose on the old head. Too many falls on the building site. And then there is the lobster feast later that night with Mary-Anne hauling in a box of lobster from a patient and Hannah and Victoria entertaining us with songs and the optimism of the very young... Please note the MB eating at least two lobsters...
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