If the journey isn’t essential, don’t go out. Define “essential”?
So after a fab night out last night to celebrate the new Dr S who passed her PhD viva yesterday, and to celebrate Christmas, I woke up this morning and rapidly filled the car to go home for Christmas. I left at noon for what is usually a one hour journey, and arrived home at 5:30pm… Fantastically hairy journey, ice, skidding, jack-knifed lorries, ploughing through snow etc. I want winter tyres! I got home though and am now holed up until all this white stuff passes…
