....and I need a group hug!
We left Stranraer at 9.30am, to a cold but bright morning. We came to a complete standstill on the M77 where the snow was blowing a blizzard :eek:
As we inched our way forward, my wheels were spinning on the ice. I lost count of the number of vehicles crashed or abandoned. I was scared
Anyway, it occurred to me that "when I used to smoke", I would probably have gone through at least half a pack as we were stuck for 2 hours in those conditions. It really didn't help that hubby had to have a fag, as HE was feeling stressed! (I was driving!)
But I just took some deep breaths and refused to give in. Ol' Nick was putting up a good fight, but I just told him if I DID have a fag, would it help get me home safely any quicker?
The journey took 5 hours instead of the usual 3 - I feel sick and my head is pounding....but hey, I can take a deep breath without coughing and spluttering!