The next day after breakfast Kathleen called some service about the window. The service worked surprisingly well. All that needed to be said was the type of the car and a year of manufacture, and they themselves found what window they needed. I did not even have to go anywhere with the car, they came to the Kathleen house themselves.
But the price was a shock. They told Kathleen on the phone that the repair would cost 680 pounds. Her and mine jaws dropped, but I had to agree, since I was not sure, that they would let us on the ferry without the window. I was destroyed all morning. Additionally Kathleen made it worse, since she said that 680 pounds is without VAT, so I could expect the total of 800. I resigned after this. Luckily, all ended well. It came out that even the local inhabitants do not understand liverpudlian. The price was not 800, but only 80 pounds, or rather £79.84. I gave the technician 80 pounds, and he made twice sure that I really wanted to give him those 16 pence as a tip. I was immediately free of all financial worries and felt like I was drunk.
The purchase of navigation also deserves a mention. I had TomTom 920, which was being discontinued, so I thought that I would buy 930. But in England this was obsolete also, so I am a proud owner of TomTom 940 now. Probably as the only one in CR (at least in 2009).
Outside of shopping we also managed to finish the Maritime Museum and the Chinese Quarter in the morning.
Police for taking of finger prints did not show up, of course, and since it was only 3 pm, we took a trip to Chester. Of course by our car, and as you can see in the photo gallery, Lenka was driving, too. She did great. I even had to say that she was doing better in England than on the Continent.
Chester is not far from Liverpool, and it is very old. Very old, its heyday was at the times of Romans, but it was founded before that. It has quite a few sights, both from Roman times (not all of them in good shape), and from later times (in good shape). Later means in the Chester context from 11th or 12th century, like our Vyšehrad.
While we were walking around the town we discovered a wine and liquor shop, where I bought a very good whisky. Because of driving only ladies were tasting, I paid and hoped that I “chose” right.