Today is of course the day of the fathers.
Which is great. No one son gave me a model Bedford, no two daughter bought me a set of bits for my cordless that she is borrowing to put up shelves in her room, mainly i suspect because she needs them.
No one daughter phoned me from the festival she is at to say she loves her daddy.
That was nice as, this week has been a bit of a quiet one.
Monday was a review meeting with social services where we got offered a bit basically to keep us quiet I suspect.
Tuesday was a meeting in university could be some work from that, then another meeting straight after - 120 mile round trip. Home and pick up Bethan then a mad run for Plymouth and ferry. Another 250 miles.
Some roadworks, Bethan great company but tired. On to the ship and a lovely old night, decent meal and off to an early night.
Next morning and a tough old one from Roscoff to Lanvallay . A great time with Peter and Mina then truck up and off to our house. Another 180 miles.
Of course, I haven't mentioned the management who bought a new bed settee for the house.
This was no way going in through the door so window it was then. Heavy? Did we mention heavy? It weighed a lot and it went in with much heaving and swearing through the front window just after it's pre decessor went out the back one.
Much running round and shopping then a walk into town for a crepe or 4.
Morning and a drive up to Roscoff, Brittany ferries really wanted me to know they had rescheduled the departure time for trip home. 1 email 3 texts and a phone call! The run up to Roscoff 80 miles was pretty uneventful and being in Brittany we popped into the Vietnamese for lunch.
On the appointed time, the ship sailed and we settled to a calm sea crossing with the van parked virtually touching the bow door. I don't know how it happens but whenever we do the crossing from Plymouth to Roscoff we always seem to end up being one of the first off the ship.
This whole break had gone well suspiciously well, time to make things more normal. Off the ferry and quickly through immigration - all well with the world. Then the A38 or rather not the A 38, it was closed for repairs so there followed an epic diversion across country. Still that was a lot of Devon visited I had never seen before, and the M5. Not to be outdone the people in charge of the M5 joined in, closing several lanes so they could do work on them during the day. At night of course all was quiet, just the average speed cameras to keep everyone at a steady 50 for mile after mile.
Eventually gone midnight I mads it home, could have been quite tricky, the last few miles I was very sleepy. That does not bear thinking about, last time i fell asleep at the wheel was the Olympics.
Which is great. No one son gave me a model Bedford, no two daughter bought me a set of bits for my cordless that she is borrowing to put up shelves in her room, mainly i suspect because she needs them.
No one daughter phoned me from the festival she is at to say she loves her daddy.
That was nice as, this week has been a bit of a quiet one.
Monday was a review meeting with social services where we got offered a bit basically to keep us quiet I suspect.
Tuesday was a meeting in university could be some work from that, then another meeting straight after - 120 mile round trip. Home and pick up Bethan then a mad run for Plymouth and ferry. Another 250 miles.
Some roadworks, Bethan great company but tired. On to the ship and a lovely old night, decent meal and off to an early night.
Next morning and a tough old one from Roscoff to Lanvallay . A great time with Peter and Mina then truck up and off to our house. Another 180 miles.
Of course, I haven't mentioned the management who bought a new bed settee for the house.
This was no way going in through the door so window it was then. Heavy? Did we mention heavy? It weighed a lot and it went in with much heaving and swearing through the front window just after it's pre decessor went out the back one.
Much running round and shopping then a walk into town for a crepe or 4.
Morning and a drive up to Roscoff, Brittany ferries really wanted me to know they had rescheduled the departure time for trip home. 1 email 3 texts and a phone call! The run up to Roscoff 80 miles was pretty uneventful and being in Brittany we popped into the Vietnamese for lunch.
On the appointed time, the ship sailed and we settled to a calm sea crossing with the van parked virtually touching the bow door. I don't know how it happens but whenever we do the crossing from Plymouth to Roscoff we always seem to end up being one of the first off the ship.
This whole break had gone well suspiciously well, time to make things more normal. Off the ferry and quickly through immigration - all well with the world. Then the A38 or rather not the A 38, it was closed for repairs so there followed an epic diversion across country. Still that was a lot of Devon visited I had never seen before, and the M5. Not to be outdone the people in charge of the M5 joined in, closing several lanes so they could do work on them during the day. At night of course all was quiet, just the average speed cameras to keep everyone at a steady 50 for mile after mile.
Eventually gone midnight I mads it home, could have been quite tricky, the last few miles I was very sleepy. That does not bear thinking about, last time i fell asleep at the wheel was the Olympics.
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