I spent yesterday collecting Lily, my eldest, from university in London and delivering her home to Halifax.
Three hours drive down the M1 to East London.
An hour and a half going up and down four flights of stairs with bags and boxes.
A leisurely trip north up on the M11, stopping for pizza near P’boro and for sundaes and coffee just north of Newark.
Much faster unloading in Halifax, no bloody stairs.
More coffee and a long chat with Lily and my ex-wife about cats and reading and foreign languages.
Then home armed with a rather good collection of French and Spanish resources, and some other lovely nice books.
All in all, a very tiring day, but not in the least unenjoyable.
The stop for sundaes was at an OK Diner. For anyone who hasn’t experienced them they are rather wonderful recreations of ’50s Americana dotted around the north of England.




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