Pukey man

Worst journey ever down to Somerset this evening - stuck behind this poor man who kept throwing up (and then dry retching) repeatedly.  I felt bad for him, but I was hungry and needed a wee, and I couldn't stomach the dinner I'd brought on board, and I didn't dare go in the loo after him.  To top it off, we were delayed due to traffic so didn't get to Wells until after 10pm.

Very relieved (literally) to eventually get to my sister's. Had a nice, quick, catch up with her and her family, then drove my mum's car over to her house and saw her briefly before she went to sleep. Had a quick nightcap, then got off to bed myself for a damn good sleep.