we've had a disappointing evening - set off to see pterry in Brighton & run into the mother of all traffic jams.
We set off at 6.45 to cover 30 miles - ample time to get there for 8 I thought - when it got to 8 & we still had 10 miles to go we decided to turn around.
Funnily enough once we got out of the jam I cheered up. Nice drive in the country, no worries. Marie unfortunately is cheesed off because she was feeling well & really looking forward to it & now feels really let down- which I can quite understand.
I really dont' know why I haven't sunk into to one of my normal black moods - but somehow the buzz of going to see Pterry has survived not actually seeing him:-)