161. Road Trip

The drive to Norwich was long.  It always is.  It's not just the distance, it's the route.  All goes well, down the A1, until Lincolnshire.  Then you're talking one lane road; tractors, lorries, caravans and mopeds.  It really is hellish.  I don't drive it, myself.  If I'm headed to Norwich, I train it.  If I'm off to Bury I'll drive.  MUCH easier route.  There was no avoiding the drive this time, however, given that 2 of us were going. 

It wasn't too bad actually.  There was a good play on radio 4 (compromise between my preferred radio 1 and his preferred radio 5 live rant, sorry, talk radio).  I was also very preoccupied with some items I'd been watching on eBay.  I'd JUST discovered it was possible to shop via my phone so was watching like a hawk for just the precisely right moment to place my bids. 

Unfortunately, my preoccupation was interrupted at one point by R's MANIC attempt to pass a bloody arctic in his (it must be said) sluggish people carrier.  We ONLY just squeaked back in front of the lorry in time to avoid a head on collision.  It would have been easier not to bother really, given the grief he got for the rest of the journey. 

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The actual visit wasn't too painful actually. My mum didn't appear keen on traipsing round with us, doing the tourist route. R was in a very peculier mood for the duration, however I was too preoccupied with the family lunacy to worry about him.  One nutter at a time thank you.