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.
4 comments:
I'm glad that I don't have to do journeys like that any more.
That is a lovely looking rose.
Enjoy your stay and here's hoping that your return journey is a better one.
If only a sweet and lovely pink rose lay at the end of every troublesome journey... Of course I am speaking metaphorically.
A rose! How loverly! It takes one to know one, dear Jenny. And Happy (belated) Birthday!
Flighty, if I had known what was ahead, I would have stayed in bed!
A very poetic sentiment, YP. You're just a big softy really, aren't you? ;)
Thanks for the birthday wishes, Dale.
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