Tracking device

Long day.

Off to the airport in the evening to collect Mr B and a hire car. This taken so I’d remember where I’d left the car for him.

Passing a crash on the way home I briefly worried if he was in one of the cars involved (it was dark and I was trying to avoid rubbernecking). Needn’t have worried since he was at that time heading to Montauban (wrong direction), having been forced onto the wrong motorway by a speeding truck.

Once we were both home, a catch up on the week’s happenings.