Journey Home

Well, I woke up to find The Man had been up a lot through the night. He had obviously caught the lurgi from The Grandchildren. Thankfully, I'm not even fast enough to catch them at tig!

I was wondering whether The Man would  be fit enough to face the journey home, let alone do the driving. He certainly didn't want much at The Crossed "Somethings", Scythes, yes, probably Scythes, when we went out to lunch. It's a tradition on our Sheffield Sundays to take the family for a meal before we make our way home so he braved the event and had a bowl of soup.

By home time The Man was feeling well enough to drive. He knows how much I hate motorway driving. Home safe after an uneventful journey with some homework to do on family trees.