In The Nick Of Time

The traffic going down south was fairly favourable for a change: the M6 clear (toll) and the dreaded M25 was actually "okay" given the time of day. All in good time to watch T, my god son, play in a footy tournament. It was fun but the results didn't go T's way. Managed some action shots and with an early exit we piled round to S's for wraps, drinks and a bit of Euro Vision(!). Aces.