Little and large

Little, is the tiny bottle of wine (I was finishing Mr B's mini-bottle from earlier) and the tiny glass from the hotel room.

Large was the drive to get here. Possibly made longer by the playlist policy. TallGirl overstayed her welcome in the distraction of the busy traffic around Carcassonne, and CarbBoy's wasn't even selected - but just a random Spotify list even he had never heard before.

Later, we met Mr B at the train station in Figueres and, to everyone's surprise, it turned out that TallGirl makes a better satnav than he does. (We arrived eventually.)

Earlier, the rabbits seemed happy to be back at the kennels, and I packed badly.

Earlier still the lady at the bank mostly said no to everything. The only thing she seems keen on us having is life insurance. Worrying.