Monday

I feel as though I spent the weekend mostly on a motorway. If I close my eyes, I can still see the road.
It started on Saturday morning when, having set out at 10.15 to drive to Sheffield, a trip which SHOULD have taken about 4 hours, we encountered not just one, but TWO major accidents on the road, meaning instead of checking into our very comfortable hotel early afternoon, and having a couple of hours relaxing, making use of the swimming pool and the gym, we ended up STILL not having reached Sheffield at 5.00pm and having to drive straight over to Derbyshire to meet some friends for dinner, before driving back for ANOTHER hour, finally reaching our hotel at 9.30. Exhausted. At least I wasn't doing the driving. Having expected all along that B would pull out of this trip, in the end, somewhat to my surprise, he didn't. And he did do most of the driving.
Didn't get to sleep till about 1.00am after a few drinks with friends in the bar, and then had to be up again at 7.00am, for a quick and if delicious breakfast in order to get to the event which was our main reason for being there, by 8.30am. I might as well have booked us into a travel lodge for all the time we spent in the luxurious (and expensive!) hotel...... Ah well. At least the bed was comfy.
By 6.30 on Sunday evening, we were back on the road, and didn't get home till nearly 11.00am. I think I have enough of road trips for a while!
I have however, got a week off work now, so this morning I stayed in bed and slobbed around on the internets until lunch time. And I do not actually need to leave the house today, and possibly I shall not.
B and got on ok mostly. Every now and then I do wonder why I bother with him. But I would NOT have enjoyed that drive on my own.....I have some thinking to do about him. I think.