Six Hours

This is the twice emptied wine glass with which I regained my sanity after a six hour slow slow dance down the motorways from North Wales to Gloucestershire with my mum, in time (just) for tomorrow's Wiltshire wedding. I never under rate the value of a good red... not counting the air miles, I've driven some six hundred miles in the last forty eight hours, and slept not very much at all. Zzzzzz...