Now That’s What I Call Yarn…

… Glorious.

I went to meet a friend for coffee.
It shouldn’t have been hard.
A cafe between our homes (about an hour to travel, each way for us both). Sweet.
I waited about half an hour after our designated meeting time… Ordered my coffee (and cake. Old School if you’re interested. Can’t resist hundreds and thousands).
She rang.
Roadworks had sent her off piste and she was lost in lanes (I had to stop listening because the expletives regarding cyclists and lack of diversion signs were hard to bear).
After another half an hour she texted to say she’d given up and gone home.
Fair play.

That was when my own troubles began.

I left the cafe car park and re-entered the main road.
It was now closed.
In both (of its two) directions.
I wanted to turn right but the roadworks men were seriously not having any of that. So, against my better judgement, the wrong way was my only option. I was the only car on the road (both ways) for about three quarters of a mile (which engenders strange emotions, a weird mix of both power and fear) and then came to the other end of the road block, which I had to nudge (don’t ask) my way through.
(Cones are quite light as it happens).
Country lanes and villages I have never heard of (with grass in the middle of the road, and tumbleweed) went on for miles. And I do hate having to reverse for people who take up all the road and just won’t (and don’t thank you when you do).
I had no issues with cyclists.
I got home four and a half hours after leaving.

Then did some paperwork and went to the post.
Missed a call from the most important people. (They called back).

Cooked a healthy but very average meal.
(I really want to like crispy kale, but oh it needs some chewing..Izzit me?).

Tomorrow is a very big day family wise.

Relaxing isn’t easy.