Driving

I'm not a fan of driving, I hate it. So two 5hr drives in a week don't make me feel good...

First one was as a result of the family promising to be up and ready and in the car at 10am. 11:45 we started... On a Friday... In the Summer holidays...
The Motorway was insane. So I went on the A-roads. Much better, apart from getting lost coming off the M1 somewhere we don't know well. Then, later, back onto the M6. 200yards onto the carriageway and it stops dead for 25 minutes... I drove 100miles without ever getting into top gear.

Coming back was pretty crappy too, but mainly because wifey didn't speak for the whole journey. Apparently we were "picking on here every time she said anything"
She has still barely spoken to me...