And Then A Long Drive….

Okay, not that long – a couple of hours there and, kind of obviously, a couple of hours back.

In reality it turned into three hours there owing to about fifteen miles of road works on the highway with signs stating possible delays, and queuing traffic, both of which proved true. In an attempt to counter this there were speed restriction signs every ten feet and a multitude of average speed cameras. And, of course, every traffic cone in the world.

Spookily, the one missing ingredient in all this mix was working type people. Nobody, nothing, nowhere. Actually, I tell a lie. There were two guys fixing fence posts way up the very steep embankment. So far up this steep embankment were they, it would've taken an extremely determined and suicidally inclined driver to attempt to whack 'em.

Annoyingly, it proved to be the same set-up on the other side of the highway for the return journey. Restrictions, cones, cameras…… no action.

Other that that - and what else could you really want? - things went well. That's if you don't count the usual TomTom foolery. You know the score. He knows where you're going and doesn't suffer any deviation particularly well.
"Where're we going? Did I say 'Take the exit'? No, I didn't say 'Take the exit'. I navigate, you drive, remember? Now get round this roundabout and take the fourth exit back to the highway, okay? Hay, fourth, this is the second… We've stopped! Why've we stopped? A coffee shop? Really, you do NOT need another cigarette. Whoa, where're you going? Come back!! Don't leave me on my own switched ON!! Please, at least crack the window open for me."
You know the score.

Quote; Ellen DeGeneres.

“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.”