If I roll out of bed at 6am, and straight into the car, I can be with my parents in Cornwall by late morning. That is at any rate the theory.
This morning however, the M4-M5 junction was shut and the tail-backs immense, so instead I navigated through Bristol. All this took time, so I needed a rest break at Exeter. If I hadn’t had the rest break, I wouldn’t have ended up stuck five cars behind a house. Yes, that’s right, somebody was transporting a whole house on the back of a lorry, taking up both lanes of the A30. I see I have already used the phrase “immense tail-backs” and I don’t want to over-use it.
In addition, there were long stretches of M4 and M5 had been traffic-coned down to two lanes, often, it seemed, just for the hell of it as no roadworks were to be seen.
So it wasn’t until 1.30 that I arrived at the house where I was born. After over seven hours of driving, you might have expected me to be wrecked, but instead I was ready to take my parents out for a stroll along the river.
What had kept me in such good spirits?
Carenza was with me, coming to visit her grandparents, stopping me from stressing with her desultory banter.
And now we are side by side on the sofa in front of the fire.