Well that's probably a slight exaggeration, but still. Saturday was a long day... a very long day. I was hanging around Northamptonshire waiting to collect David from some event with planes and cars, and due to him not informing me of the time he wanted to be picked up (i.e. 5pm) until 2pm, I was in a very bad mood. It was our eighteenth wedding anniversary on Friday - by Saturday pm I'd written a few more vows I'd have liked to add to the originals, none of them good.
So - things I learned from this:
a) Men do not exist in the same time zone as normal people.
b) If a man arranges a time for you to meet, or for you to collect him from somewhere, get it in writing. Him signing it in blood is optional but not a bad idea.
c) Flys seem strangely attracted to my car and swarms of them settled on it when I stopped anywhere. Does this mean my car is possessed by demonic forces? It's a Peugeot so this is entirely possible.
d) It's amazing how many random objects and places you can find to take photos of, especially when it gets to the point that you're trying to distract yourself from thinking that YOU REALLY NEED TO GO TO THE TOILET SOON!
e) There aren't many public toilets in Northamptonshire.
