Cat at the laundromat, Scottsdale. |
On another motorcycling matter, it turns out that the insurance company hasn't forgotten about that accident way back in March. A letter containing the words "21 days" and "legal advisors" arrived yesterday. It might soon be time to activate our legal team but we'll attempt some negotiation first.
More messages arrived late yesterday afternoon, "Sitting at laundromat with a bag of steaming hot cottage pasties... and a vanilla slice." Followed shortly afterwards by, "Ughhhh stomach ache."
Gemstones have been left for cutting at Beaconsfield, north of Launceston and west of the Tamar, not far from Beauty Point where Ben had his first Tasmanian shower five months ago. The bike travelled over 300km yesterday; it's no wonder the services are due so frequently.
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