Traffic was relatively sane on the quest to fetch MeMum, though there were enough dangerous drivers to alert Mum all the same. Something something, panic about the holiday death toll.
I was a supremely careful driver, today. Making absolutely, positively certain that nobody would hit us.
We arrived in one piece with only a minimum of shrieking. So now it's time to chill and enjoy each other's company for the duration.
Apparently, my slow-roasted ham is already driving Mayhem into a crazed hunger. We get into all of that tomorrow.
And now I get on with my offerings.