Yesterday

I left the caravan site at 7.40am, and three bus rides later, I arrived home at 7.30pm. The journey home was very good indeed, except for London of course. I hate the place, with all the traffic, noise, people etc. It took a good few hours just getting into and out of London. I arrived home half an hour late, which wasn't much, but I would have arrived home in very good time were it not for London. I was famished when I arrived home. The something I defrosted from the freezer turned out to be a curry, and I couldn't face it. The very sight and smell of it made me heave. So it was toast and peanut butter for dinner, and bed at nine.