Trepidation

Mr SC is a mechanic. Not just by trade, but also by habit. He loves playing with engines and fixing vehicles. I love watching him head out to the garage to play with whichever of our vehicles needs tweaking. Sometimes it is simple, and he just needs the odd drink to keep him from getting dehydrated in his concentration. Other times, bolts shear, bodge jobs from previous owners are difficult to fathom, and he has to sit back and work out how to achieve what is needed. Sometimes the air is blue and his hands are battered by the time it is done.

Covered in swarf, with various mucky rags and clothes that need a really hot wash, he will wander back up the hill to the house and give me a hug with a look of satisfaction on his face before he jumps in a muscle-salts bath. He will tell me in detail everything he did, and patiently answer my stupid questions. Then we can both relax, knowing we have achieved something. (You didn't think I just sat back bored while he was busy, did you?) It is great to see him enjoy having earned his relaxing time. 

Today is Mr SC's last day at his current job. As of 4.30 today, he will be a self employed mechanic. We have not yet got a lot of work lined up, so there is a fair amount of handing out of business cards to be done over the next few days and weeks. Might put an ad in the local paper. Most of all will have my fingers crossed that it all works out.