Scott called. "Bloody rack doesn't fit"
Fortunately, I have a surplus of racks and so we decided to get one of the Vietmanese ones shipped down to him for tomorrow. I boxed it up and set off to the post office.
While I was there it occurred to me that I might as well pick up some Euro currency. How much would I need? How much would I be happy with carrying in cash about my person? I usually leave these details up to the wife.
I requested my money (very poor exchange rate at 1.05), and as he counted the notes out for me, Dean the cashier, asked me if I was going anywhere nice.
"I'm riding to Italy on my Vespa" I said. I couldn't help but grin. It suddenly hit me - I AM riding to Italy on my scooter! :-D
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