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! )

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