Knackered.
Road trip down to Alresford in Hampshire to visit Paul Warwick's grave on the anniversary of his fatal accident. The 31st one. That's scary, because I remember it like it was yesterday. Anyways, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Also met up with my book dealer friend who was doing a library valuation in the area. We shared a picnic lunch and chewed the fat for a bit. And I picked up the book about Toleman that I'd bought off him.
What wasn't so good was the hour and a half spent stationary on the M25 on the return leg while an accident was being cleared up and the carriageway prepared for repairs. Turned a three hour drive into a nearly five hour drive as there were roadworks in a few places closer to home as well.
Am having a

while watching some athletics.