Three days of driving, rubbish motorway sandwiches, French hotels really doing well with health regulations, armed with every sort of travel document, car filled with food to see us through 10 days’ strict UK isolation.
It has a huge advantage as there’s no argument about who we spend Christmas with. Just us!!!
Now I’m getting over a body really stiff after all those hours driving, a house so cold and damp and getting ready to running on the spot for 10 days on the patio. Not a whole 10 days’ running.
And guess what idiot left his Garmin 45 charger cable behind? Hoping for a replacement via Amazon tomorrow. It’d be terrible not to have confirmation that I’ve had an awful night’s sleep!
Planning my Boxing Day out-of-the-trap run.