Having got up at 5.20 this morning in order to be on the road bright and early for my trip to Bristol, I was less than impressed to discover in due course, that the M5 was closed between junctions 7 and 8.
By the time I reached junction 6 it was clear that to actually reach junction 7 in order to come off the motorway would take a considerable time - in fact, I could probably have walked it quicker. That being the case, I followed the example of many other drivers and exited at junction 6. I don't know whether I actually benefitted from doing that, but doing the detour and getting back onto the M5 at Junction 9 seemed to take forever. I gradually felt the will to live ebbing away...
Nevertheless, all good (and horrendous) things come to an end ...eventually and I did actually manage to finish my journey before becoming eligible for my pension, but a three and a quarter hour journey had taken me no less than six hours.
But later, in Dad's garden, in the pouring rain, I found this lovely rose, which I pass on for you to share.