Brass

As soon as I got back from work, we packed up the car and set off down to Lincolnshire, stopping only briefly to eat the sandwiches that MrM had made earlier. One of MrM's uncles died last week, and we're taking MrM's dad to the funeral near Manchester tomorrow.

Miles of roadworks and speed restrictions on the A1 (although it wasn't closed at Scotch Corner as stated on some very misleading signs - thank goodness we didn't follow the diversion!), so the journey took even longer than anticipated.

Shattered on arrival, and blipless - until I spotted MrM's dad's trumpet lying on a chair...