Dragged the washing out of the machine. Once again, the dosing ball had hdden itself. Found it neatly in the pocket of the pyjamas.
Good man Dave. Recon you probably saved someone's bacon there.
Had forgotten how knackering 5 hours of actual driving is rather than 5 hours of motorway on cruise is though, I'm broken.
I used to regularly do Cardiff to Stafford. M6/M5/A40 was the obvious route but border country Ludlow/Leominster/Hay on Wye/Brecon was far nicer and not a lot more time. The only snag was an infestations of speed cams so you spent more time watching the speed than the road.
We've been doing the A1/M1 a couple of times lately when visiting my Daughter (and family) down near Salisbury Wilts instead of the A702/M74/M6 and I rather like it - need to keep your wits about you when not on the dualed bits though. I used to always use the A68 back in the late '60's and 70's when we lived down in London and were coming up to stay with parents (one set in Edinburgh the others in the Borders) It was always good fun up and down the hills and around the bends. (much more fun in my MK1 Cortina GT than the old Anglia we first had when married.) but I've tended to stay off it after reports of the multiplicity of speed cameras. Nice to hear many of them have now gone - thanks for that must give it a go soon.
Early trip to the supermarket. (Ordinarily this would be a grumpy thread, or if not too bad, the 'not smile not grumpy' thread.)
An opportunity arose for a bit of mischief, which brightened the day.
About to enter an aisle, ahead, two women, one late middle-aged and her mum presumably, a trolley each, both nicely close to one side, but managing to knock stuff off the shelves.
So I moved along to another aisle, and returned a few minutes later. They're still there but past the point I needed.
I got what I wanted, and moved out to pass them, at which point the one in front spun her trolley around to block the remaining two-thirds width. I'm now central, trying to pass the older woman, who also spun her trolley around to face me.
So now I have these two facing me, side-by-side, no way past. People behind, one tutting nicely.
Initially I just stood my groound, waiting for one or both of them to realise they were the problem and move to create passage. Then the older woman looked directly at me and said, "could I just squeeze through please".
"NO", I said, calmly, quietly, but firmly, "you two are blocking the aisle, no-one is going anywhere until you sort it".
Got a snigger from behind me, some angry looks from the two women, but then they did manage to move sideways to create space for the rest of us to pass.
Did the rest of the shopping with a smile.