We waved my family off with me in a right strop (surely not, I hear my readers cry!). I'd arranged to drop a futon my mum had been saving for my daughter off at my ex-husband's as we passed his on the way to London. R, however, was in a very uncompliant frame of mind, so after a couple of half hearted attempts to fit it in his PEOPLE CARRIER, I told him not to bother.
I was in a filthy mood with him until he started struggling with the traffic as we approached London. Obviously, letting me, a WOMAN, drive would have been unthinkable so we both suffered as he sweated and swore, went the wrong way and eventually (thank you god) drew up in front of our hotel. I felt as if I'd gone a couple of rounds with Tyson by the time I staggered out of the car.
Our room was obviously a budget room which was initially disappointing. But it was clean, had a tea tray and a TV. Good enough. The heroic driver decided he needed a nap to recover from his battle while I retreated to the safety of the bathroom.
After 2 1/2 hours I was bored so banged around the room a bit, eventually resorting to turning on the TV to wake him up. Despite the very inauspicious start, after we'd got dolled up, we went into Watford and found a lush Italian restaurant. A good evening was had, despite everything.
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