[svandamme]

Update. Weekend turned out to be an execise of marathon agony.

Drive up there was good, good laptime which will surely have been logged onto som police film.. So be it i will ignore the loveletterss they send me.

Arriving there , my lumbar reagon was rather "soft" , but did not notice, got out and lifted the present out of the trunk, at wich time the soft reagon instantly turned hard...
In other words, i had done my back in.

Went to hotel, got some meds in, hoped for the best in the morning, futile hope as it turned out.. Barely unable to get out of the bed.

So i rebooked my ferry, last one out .
Did tough it out for the actual wedding, and most of diner, the made another high-speed dash to Dover, wher i am now, boat about to set sail.


I always get this kind of crap when i go somewhere.
Itks not that i don't like to travel , au contraire , i love it.
Being on the move that is, boat plane high speed car.
I but i never seem to like being elsewhere.. Arrival is great, then i"m tired, take a nap. And as soon as i'm up again, i think abot being on the move again, and getting home...

Really should just limit myself to the moving part...

The car held up brilliantly though, fast nimble, comfortable seats... driving left side was no problem, adding just a dab of speed negates the problem of looking in the wrong direction when changing lanes... It's. 'always clear if you carry enough speed