Ted

Well I’ve had such a lovely week until today when my eldest grandson announced he was about to vomit just we were nearing his home.
 I then managed to come off the wrong turning on the A3 and get lost, just as he thought he had captured the vomit in his coat.
On arriving at his house I found he had not captured it, but that the footwell was awash with partly digested pizza.
I think that’s enough about today.