I did not get to blog last night for as I was about to sit down to begin the phone rang. The hour was 11. It was A. Euston was at a standstill. She was stuck.
Unfortunately B had gone out for the evening so I had to pack the boys up in dressing gowns and duvets and head for London Town to rescue her. It reminded me of the early days of our marriage where I often travelled up to the Opera House to pick Andrea up, days before we could afford a second car. But for the boys it was a great adventure.
Spent today at church and at home playing shops and other games with the boys. Continued to soup up A’s new laptop with Norton anti-virus and other bits and bobs whilst trying to plan for school tomorrow. I need a distraction from the thoughts of back to work so I shall sign off without further ado and indulge myself in a display of rippling biceps in a marvellous story by Philip K Dick.