21.30 last night.
Doorbell rings.
Either someone has parked a car on it’s roof in a ditch, or Mickey next door is pissed and locked himself out.
Neither, well, it was Mickey, parcel from Russia being hand delivered.
From Vladimir who had messaged recently to say a friend of his crashed a car, would I like the front one for my collection.....?
Of course I would.
I Offered to pay postage or shipping, but he declined and said an English plate for his garage would be nice.
So I opened the very manly parcel......
Plate, some mittens, and......
And best of all, a bit of an honour.
One of Vladimir’s cube in a cubes that he makes on his lathe.
It’s incredibly tactile, and I sat playing with it the rest of the evening.
I am pleased to have found and been given two plates for Vladimir that are 40 years apart in issue.
A 1966 “D” plate, and a 2006 “56” plate.(Thanks to Zeberdee for the 56 plate from his GasGas trials bike.
Got today and tomorrow off work, but loads of yard work.
Weather forecast sucks.