Where's my brain gone?

Have passport will travel, so an invite to my brother's sons place for a barbie (As in throw another shrimp on the barbie Sheila) and drinky pooh's on Saturday afternoon was not to be sniffed at. So I bade my farewells to my brov and his wife and a good time was had by all, including a jam with our dueling guitars (Shame about his timing though and me playing the wrong notes) We hit the sack around midnight, blurry eyed but happy.

I got to Mallory much later then planned, even though I set off in good time to arrive before the first race. The reason for the delay was due to me leaving my reading glasses behind, conveyed to me via a call to my mobile about ten miles up the road!

I'd just arrived to watch the last few laps of race seven when my mobile rang again and this time it was my brother asking how things were going and did I really need the things I'd forgotten to take out of his boot! I felt too downtrodden to make a decision there and then, telling my brother I would obviously, yet again, have to make the treacherous journey to Kent via the M25! So this morning I set off at precisely 9.12am and arrived precisely at eleven-thirty, which is not bad for week-day, especially for a Monday morning. I arrived back in Buckingham at precisely 3.45pm, worn out and well pissed off with myself for the loss of my brain :-) Oh well, I've said it before and I'm sure to repeat myself again and again, as us crinklies do. Shit happens!