If this is Friday, this must be Nottingham

What a week! One day in the office on Monday - although even then travelling to London in the evening - and then Heathrow, Preston, Stoke and, today, Nottingham. 

Ever pessimistic when it comes to the motorways, I set off early again, this time finding myself on the A50 by about eight o'clock, which was *way* ahead of schedule. Seeing a Starbucks by the side of the road - and failing my boycott yet again - I pulled over for a large coffee (and a chocolate croissant, just out of shot). I spent a happy hour there, enjoying my breakfast and clearing my inbox.

I had a good meeting, too, and managed to get away around half-two. I was pretty sure the journey back would be worse than the one down and I was right. It took me three and a half hours just to get to Lancaster, by which time the Minx and miniMinx had been up to collect Dan and Abi, and brought them back down to meet me for pizza.

After that, the five of us went to the cinema, by which time I was beginning to feel so relaxed that I could barely even get irritated by Vue's prices. Boy, I'm glad it's the weekend.