Somewhere on the M-Way

M62, M6, M1, M25, M11, Home.

Or in order of horror: M25, M1, M6, M11, M62.

That took most of the day.    Although I did get to stop at Toddington Services for petrol and to eat a sausage roll.    So that was my blip.  It was this or the sausage roll, frankly.