… lazy. But when you’ve been struck by a lurgy, whether the one your husband took up north to visit Charlie and her parents, or whether it was the one that Charlie’s dad was suffering with when we got there, writing isn’t easy.
Fortunately, the seven hour drive home (the husband had flown home earlier to work) occurred before the lurgy struck, and I have to say I quite enjoyed it. I stopped frequently, extending my travelling time by an hour or so. There was a minor hiccup when I thought I’d lost my prescription glasses, but after a period of panicking and desperate hunting and retracing my steps – extending my trip for a further hour – some kind shop owner had found them and kept them for me. But otherwise, there was just me, the road, our stunning scenery, and National Radio keeping me company.
A picture might not be worth a thousand words, but it’s #MicroblogMonday, so I don’t need a thousand words anyway. Still, here are some photos: