We intended to get on the road before nine, but as things went, we were pulling out of the car park just after 8 having been up since 6.30.
It had been raining nearly all night, and not let up at all so we were all pretty damp as we trudged up to the car in our waterproofs, loading up in the rain.
We checked the tyre pressure and filled up, cursing not having done it yesterday when it was dry.
Hubby had managed to get Maggie to do her first morning ablutions, but we stopped just before we hit the motorway as we got the impression she wanted another go.
Traffic wasn’t too bad to begin with, we were trundling along quite well, but there were road works and speed restrictions for several parts of the journey, though getting off the M5 on to the M4 wasn’t nearly as problematic as it has been in the past.
And basically, that was when our luck ran out.
Coming down the A46, there is nowhere to turn off for an alternative route should there be heavy traffic. It took us about 30 minutes to travel five miles due to a head on smack up stopping traffic in both directions. It didn’t help that it was still raining.
After that, we hit HGVs, caravans, trailers, sheep carriers, and horse boxes all going in the same direction as us. We also came across, or should we say they crossed us, the idiots who overtook on blind corners, suddenly turned left or right without signals, slowed down for no reason, or slammed on the brakes when an idiot coming in the opposite direction cut across in front of them.
The rain eventually eased off, but we were still having a frustrating time as we got stuck behind larger vehicles going uphill, and not being able to get past them.
We finally arrived just before 12.30, so actually made pretty good time under the circumstances.
We sat down for lunch together, after which my sister left for her much needed break.
Mum was sitting with her feet up and Sis has left a list of times and instructions for her medication.
Following a fall, Mum is on antibiotics, and these must be taken four times a day either an hour before food, or two hours after, so following her dose at 5.30, I thought I’d do cheese on toast for our tea.
The bread was on the counter and cheese in the fridge. Finding the cheese grater was a snip in the fourth cupboard I looked in and a bowl was found in the second.
Eight burners, two ovens.
Lots of dials.
Grill didn’t work, knob stuck, no sound of gas getting through and the ignition was sparking madly.
So I resorted to Plan B and did toasted cheese sandwiches (burnt 2 of the four pieces of toast and the other 2 didn’t cook at all as not used to the toaster which has individual controls) whilst Hubby got on the internet for the operating manual.