The beginning of this weekend has been very fruitful - and not just in the sense that I enjoyed the last bit of Gran’s banana bread. Dad stopped off at Ikea in Leeds on the way south, and picked up a Beddinge futon for me (as my car doesn’t have seats that fold down, merely a ski hole). We put that together on Friday evening, after a nice bit of stir-fry (turkey, carrots, mange tout and other veg), and Dad was able to sleep on a bed rather than on a mattress on the floor that night.
Travelled south to my parents today with Dad to collect my car - Mum had borrowed it on the way home from Barbados, and had it serviced for me. Good thing too, as the exhaust pipe had disconnected itself from the catalytic converter. This happens to be illegal in the UK, so the fact I don’t drive much has probably saved my bacon. It was foggy all the way down the motorway, pea-soup foggy in places. Cars with just their running lights on would pass us in the fast lane, and they’d be invisible in a few seconds.
