We spent a good part of the day in the garden taking out the majority of the stump. I'm glad it's gone, but Tilly keeps throwing her ball in the hole so she can climb in there.

In the evening, we watched 102 Dalmatians, which drove Tilly berserk several times.

Vic was at a show for the SPCA, so I pottered around the house doing chores - trying to figure out the 2 stroke oil leak on the YSR (I didn't), hacking at the tree stump some more, that sort of thing. Tilly and I played in the garden for a while, then I took Fred over to the airfield, where I did a little tinkering with the Flightstar and then we went for a flight. It was pretty bumpy, so we flew over the house (and his house, as he lives over the road from me) and called it a day at that. When Vic got home, we just ate leftovers and watched some TV. I was actually flying at the time of the rapture, and didn't see anybody being taken, which would suggest that there are a lot of people who weren't as pure as they thought they were.

I had thought about flying, or going for a pushbike ride, but it was bloody windy.

I was supposed to be picking Fred and Marsha up from the station some time around 2pm, but that had been delayed to around 8pm. I did some tidying up on Vic's laptop and just did stuff around the house, but then it seems the train was delayed again until around midnight. I sat down and watched Waterworld - I can't believe I've never watched it, but it's even more awful than I imagined. While I did this, I made some cupcakes. I don't have the required 3lbs of sugar icing, but I like them.
At midnight I went and picked Fred and Marsha up, then when I got home I woke Tilly so she could go to bed.

When we got home, we pulled the van out and attached the roof rack and ladder, to be ready for tomorrow.

When we got home, we spent some time hacking at the tree stump in the garden. I figure if we do this every weekend, we'll have it out about the time it'll have rotted out by itself.

We went over to see Jeff at work, and I helped out by putting new brake pads in the front of a Harley while he put new tyres on. He took it for a test ride as the owner showed up, and came back and immediately put it back on the ramp. "WTF?", I said. The rear brake basically did nothing, to which the owner said that it doesn't work. Right, because you can stop a Harley with just the front brake. We got it sort of working, but he's bringing it back next week for Jeff to do a general service, so it'll get the rear brakes fixed then. Jeez, some people.

In the evening we went to the SPCA volunteers' monthly dinner and saw all the crazy cat ladies. When we got home, I took the YSR for a trip around the block to see if I'd managed to fix anything. The rear brake doesn't squeak any more, and I think the handling's better. It's just the electrics now, and I think that's a voltage thing - it needs a good regular charging.

In the afternoon, the weather looked quite nice, so I took Fred over to the airfield and took the Flightstar up for a few circuits. It's down to 2 gallons of gas now, so I can fill it up with some nice fresh stuff next time I go out.