And there is definetly no place like home. That was my thinking at 1am when I was still an hour away from reaching home on Saturday night after one of the longest ass days for a while. It all started about 9am when I jumped in the work van and headed over to dreary Hucknall to pick up Andy before we headed off on part I of our adventure weekend. The first excpected obstacle was coming upto Castle Donnington, with me expecting queues of student type folks waiting to go into Download festival. I suppose it’s a bonus that the MotoGP has been moved from Donnington Park to Silverstone or there may have been even more delaysat some point in the weekend just gone 
Was a steady enough drive, with minimal queueing all the way down to the Royal Cornwall Show near Wadebridge. The worst of the traffic was near Bristol but I suppose saturday early afternoon it was to be expected. Having left my jacket at home, we were approcahing Exeter and an end to our love affair with Motorways to find a mini torrential downpour. This led me to thinking (which in it’s self hurt) about finding an ASDA or something near by to buy myself a jacket, but as we got closer to the show the temp rose, and the skies became bluer.
In the end a jacket wasn’t needed as the minor sunburn on the back of my neck proves haha! It was glorious weather, but it made me feel soooo tired. Having not had the best of sleep lately, and always being tired after long drives coupled with plenty of walking around the show admiring the marquees that we’d sold in the past being used. Was still a nice change from the norm I suppose. The folks who had hired the marquee began packing away at half 6 so we did the same, and I walked to get the van around 7:15pm. Rumours began that someone had been knocked over, and 2 or 3 cars seemingly crashed into each other, likely from people too busy rushing to get out before the bottle-necking began. I finally got onto the showground and on the stand around 8:45pm!! Luckily Andy was happy to sit around and wait. Had I been on my own I’d have really been screwed. We made it back home about 2am totally whacked and everything.
Jackie and Andy stayed over on the sofa bed as it would be easier for him to give me a hand during Part II of our adventure weekend. This one wopuld lead to us getting bloody wet through in the streets of Harrogate. Luckily it was nowhere near as far as the previous days job, only around 1 hour 45 mins away and we left Mansfield around half 12 and got there bout 2 hours later after a quick stop for food. Took a while to find an entrance into the little slip road outside the Harrogate Council Offices but we managed and got everything taken down and into the van so we could head home. Was glad to be back, all be it in agony. A few days ago I slowly developed a pain across my shoulder blades/back and it’s been getting worse and worse to the point where it was very uncomfortable driving back from Wadebridge in Cornwall. I was constantly changing driving position. Claires nan gave me some tablets yesterday which kind of helped, but ringing the Dr’s office this morning the earliest appointment is Thursday morning 
What the hell!!! Guess I will have to dose myself up on strong paracetemols then.
Weekend route. With E being home
A quickly updated version of my European adventures in the last 2 years through work & play 
My ever expanding knowledge of the UK
Toon Toon!!!
