Fresh

Car ready for the drive to Little Horton tomorrow; 300 plus miles with a hole in the exhaust. I can’t hear it though over the music, so should be ok. New flex pipe is waiting at the other end.

Nearly packed, and feel sorted after a fashion at work, having cleared some big tasks but plenty to return to. Hoping for a relaxing weekend in a field with cars...

This evening was spent with my two and their boyfriends, eating takeaway pizza and trying to talk about music. I got to use the ‘Mr Jackson is my father’ line. F threw Brexit in as a possible conversation topic. I hope I passed the test.