Christ, does it ever stop raining in this country?
Cherie planned to spend Friday with me, observing my routines and physio etc.
Instead, 3 and a half hours to drive 45 miles, through the local floods and closed roads, and the poor girl practically missed the whole lot.
Hopefully a decent lunch somehow compensated in a small way, but I’m not sure, given she then had the dubious pleasure of taking me back to London.
Anyway, Cherie delivered me back safely and soundly ( is that a word ) into the arms of my family.
Thanks so much. 🙂
( Next time allow yourself 5 hours to get there! )