Today I set off at 7am for Bristol, the plan being to bring Dad back tomorrow for a week with us. Normally, I would never in a million years venture forth on the first day of a bank holiday, but the date was determined by the fact that my sister and family, who live in Bristol, are all going on holiday and she didn't want Dad to be on his own. The whole journey was undertaken with lights and windscreen wipers on for the whole journey, through swathes of traffic, most of which was towing caravans and with the added delight of severe jams from junction 13 southwards on the M5. So a journey which should have taken just over three hours actually took four and a quarter.
My only consolation was the knowledge that sister would suffer even more protracted traffic holdups further south as she was travelling to Cornwall. Only joking! (Well, sort of...)
Anyway, suddenly, the sun has appeared and the rainclouds have disappeared - for now, anyway.