Without Isabelle...

But not completly driving alone, my loyal giraffe joined me in driving 2.5 h back home after work. [if you can call that driving] Some of the lorry drivers are so used to stop-and-going that they tried to light up my mood with making stupid faces. I liked the guy blowing up his "pouches" and disliked the guy throwing kisses. Worst off all was the last traffic-light before being home finally which was out of order. After standing there for 10 min lined up with a lot of other drivers I just let the car stand there, took out my bicycle and cycled swearing away. Caught some funny looks from the other car-drivers for that...