And it rained...

I am up early again today, this time it's because I'm off to Wales for an extended weekend but before I can shifty up the motorway there are a number of things I should do before I go.

First off I'm down the gym to fill my quota for the week. I've now completed all the sessions I need to do for the particular routine I've been doing since I joined and so the next one should hopefully be modified so I don't get used to doing anything and thus keep my body in check. Next week then I'll be adding some more weight machines and the like, not sure what else but Tuesday should be the day when I find out.

When I get back from the gym Phil has been busy sorting out various things, including giving his car a wash and clean so that we can take the hard top off it and store that in the shed for the summer. However to do that he also needs to sort out the shed to make some room - we've gathered lots of crap in the shed over the winter, a lot of which can go to the dump, so thats exactly what we do and once we've disposed of numerous things we then extract the hard top from the car, wrap it up and put it away for a good couple of months.

After all of that has been done there is enough time for a quick shower and to pack my bags and make some lunch for the trip and I'm out of the door by about 1pm, with Phil not far behind me as he's off to see his Mum this weekend too.

The trip was a bit of a nightmare to say the least, but not because of traffic, but the weather. It pissed down from the moment I was about 50 miles from Wales until I got to the west coast of Wales - about 3 hours worth of driving. The visibility was horrid and I can't remember how many times the car aqua-planed and generally struggled with the amount of water being poured onto the tarmac with little chance of the drainage systems keeping up with the volume. Not only that the wind was wicked too, pushing the car from side to side, which as you can imagine combined with pools of water deep enough to prevent tyre rubber making contact with road surface was an awful and exhausting drive for me.

None the less I made it to my parents at about 5.30 pm, where upon I did precious little but soothe my nerves and count my blessings that I'd made the 280 mile trip in one piece. All of this was nicely facilitated as you can imagine by my Mum making a lovely dinner and having a good old welsh cup of tea, which in all honesty beats the english stuff hands down (it's to do with the water you know...).

Posted by Abi on the March 25, 2006 9:44 PM