Home Straight

Having left Guildford later than anticipated last night,  by the time we hit Stafford my fatigue was bordering on delirious. We gave up hope of making it home and did the last leg this morning.

We were greeted by a beaming L at the door. Sick boy managed a crooked smile of the broken rib variety.

I’m glad I’d sacked off the planned appointment in Newcastle tomorrow.  Occasionally even I know my own limits.  

Back down to the willow this afternoon. Storm whatever it is blowing in tonight.