Under the Bridge

Well, it’s a river, no boardwalk.
I was heading to Roseburn as JacktheLad persuaded me we should start practicing for the imminent tenpin season. A bit of a lost cause perchance but we mean well.
Earlier I’d belted down to Seafield to drop the car off for a service and then bussed back again to pick it up. Seems I need a new pump for the washer fluid - going by the cost it must be silver plated. They’ll call when it arrives, gives me time to save up.
And I’d yet another visit to the doc, this time for another swab. Hoping the result says ‘take antibiotics now!’ as I’m fed up being under the weather.