I don’t really know how I feel about going home. On the one hand, it IS home. I.e. it’s where we live. OTOH, I’ve become so despondent about this country and the government and Brexit in particular, that I feel I no longer want to have any real association with it all. It is what it is.
We left at around 10:30, stopping at Sainsbury’s, Ashford, to get a few essentials and enough fuel to see us home.
The usual delays round the M26 & M25 weren’t much fun. Neither was the traffic through Bracknell. Nor the extensive roadworks on the M4 past Bracknell & Reading. In fact, it took as long to get from Kent to home today, as it took to get from Aachen in Germany to Ashford yesterday (excluding the hanging around at the Eurotunnel terminal. But we’re back, and the house is still standing.
That said, having barely arrived home, I shot out to meet a friend for a few beers at the Butcher’s Hook in Thornbury. Also had to sit outside in the cold & wind. At least it wasn’t as cold as last night in Kent, and it wasn’t raining!