Back to Croughton
Perhaps we should skip the part about getting stuck on the M40 behind a major accident and having to bail off on the A40 to do a short cross country parallel universe jaunt?
Or the part where we managed to get everyone through the dental clinic, with only the youngest needing residual dental work. And no more sweets, at all. Much to the betterment of her teeth even though it is going to wrack changes in her eating habits.
UK traffic is not fun. Especially with all the round-a-bouts, in the dark when you can’t see the signs till you are too late to change lanes. Anyway, we did make it home safely.
I would rather have been at work.
A few more rows on the purple, then looking through my various yarns to see what comes next. I am thinking blues with purple