Just got back from a trip down to Swansea to see Eve. Five piggin' hours to cover 200 miles each way. Rain like stair rods on the way down and wind like the after effects of vindaloo (minus the heat and stench) and the terrible discovery that the new Frank Thomas birthday boots leak like a sieve after 2 hours when exposed to copious quantities of rain. The fog on the return trip was was delightful but at least I couldn't tell that my feet were wet once the cold had numbed them enough!
Worth going to see how said child is getting on but reckon the next trip down will be in the car!! Moan, moan, grumble, moan, grumble......
Off for a hot toddy and to defrost the tootsies by the fire.
Toodlepip - UCA
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