1. Travelling
2. Leaving
3. Arriving
Today was an 18-hour day. Everyone in bed when I left. EVeryone in bed when I returned. Fortunately Son 1 aged 4y 11m had crept into bed with us during the night. So I did get a bit of contact with him. I had some Office work to do Miles Away and was out of the house at 0530, struggling with the Sat Nav. The trip up was ok, apart from the bit where I got there. As always, the Sat Nav got me within 500 yards of my destination and then just seemed to give up. Turn Right On Such And Such Road it said, as I sped along. 0 miles to the next turning.
I set off for home at 1630 and had a long, hard trip back. Roadworks… Friday evening traffic… I queued on motorways for miles and miles. I took my knee highs off as I drove along, which probably isn’t in the Highway Code. A colleague sent me a text. His father has been rushed to hospital, gravely ill. Not expected to survive the weekend. Horrible, horrible.
I got back at 2245. Checked out Son 1’s school things – he’d clearly been swimming, and he had a little Jolly Phonics book. We have to practise Snaky Ss with him. I have a dream in which when he can read he sits quietly in the corner with a book. Or does that only happen with girls.
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