Incomplete

The sale of A's Oxford house drags on. We went over to tidy the garden, pick up the last pieces and to pop in and see the agent. There's a glimmer of a thaw in the glacial pace of solicitude. 

Breath-holding not recommended, however.

The trip over was pretty awful. What usually takes 90 minutes took a generous two and a half hours.  Roadworks, inadequately-marked closed roads, the joy of Cheltenham road signage and lashings of incompetent driving made for a rather frustrating drive.

Increasingly of the opinion that driverless cars can't be any worse than most driverful cars.