Too much trust

I trusted that Mr hazelh knew the route to his sister's house. He trusted me as navigator. This is how we ended up on the A1 into Nottingham (blipped), rather than following the M1 then the A52. Oh dear! 

We arrived only 20 minutes later than anticipated. However, while we were racing cross-country to rejoin the M1, these felt like the most important 20 minutes of our life. 

A warm welcome at our destination, then a cup of tea followed by fizz and a lovely Brazilian chicken supper put us right again. Phew!

We broke our journey in Newcastle, spending 90 minutes with Mummy hazelh at her care home. Shannon the handyman helped us carry her riser-recliner chair from the back of our car to her room, and set it up there.

Exercise today: 1 hour on the exercise bike.