Wow.

That’s a good old Lincolnshire/Yorkshire saying :o)

Today I frit me’sen half dead driving George to Lincoln.

George is the new car. Which was our old car. That we gave away to neicey and her man. Then they gave him back to us. So that makes us both the 8th and the 10th owners of this ancient, rusty, recalcitrant banger.

I had to take youngest to the hospital again this morning and – omg – that road has always been slightly leary but when did drivers get so freaking manic and beyond aggressive?

I was doing 60mph. Not dawdling. Even on the hairpin bends but it was obviously too slow for too many.

No wonder we never see horse riders around here anymore.

I’d rather taken my chances with the Demon Church!!!!!!