I get this morning and I’m ready for some driving.
Today we are heading north of Chester
To that place thatr makes aeroplane wings.
I can’t recall what it is called though?
Unlike last time the traffic on the way back south is flowing in both directions.
As we near Cannock I get dropped off back at home.
I get some dinner, pack my bag and then unlike the orginal plan get in my car and
drive to work.
At work they are suprised to see me. I turn up at 4:15pm. I have something to do though before heading further south to see my friend.
Although whilst driving from the north of Birmingham to the South, I very much felt like giving up in the traffic and heading home. I swear it would have bene quicker. I park on the drive from hell.
Hi Matt, I hope my handbrake holds up!
In we go
where I locate my hotel room for the night.
Originaly I was coming on the train and bus and then heading into work on the morning the same way. I get changed and settle in.
Like I said I settle in. Ir ead the children a story and then they go off up to bed.
I get soemthing out of my bag for Mat.
Whilst Mat is cooking, Maddy and me look at her plants and then head off to her allotment.
Wow its so more organised than the last time I saw it!
Matt calls us in for dinner, Lamb Byriarni.
Which is all gobbled up.
we go tot the pub,
So we go for one, well I go for one.
But Matt has other plans.
We go from the beer garden to inside with him saying “come on Nack get it down you and we will go to the junction”. I say “Who the hell is Roy Roger?”
As it happens we go to the Jucntion.
And as it happens I don’t have a lemonade. In fact I don’t have a weak beer, there arn’t any?!?!?
Poade wants to move from here
to The Plough.
It sbigger now, much bigger.
Again I don’t have a lemonade.
But we do have nibbles.
Lots of Nibbles and yues I’m merry now.
I’ll be alright in the morning, I will, I know I will.
At some point Matt want to leave, I want to get chips.
We don’t get chips
And it would appear the handbrake is holding.
And with that I find bed, its a comfy bed. I love bed. I might love Matt Poade, but then I might not!