It was our first wedding anniversary on Saturday, so I took The Hubster away for the weekend. He got himself into a grump because I wouldn’t tell him where we were going. Well, it was supposed to be a surprise! I packed him some clothes and stuff surreptitiously, and loaded up the car when he went for an afternoon nap on the Friday. He’d taken that day off work - when I asked him to do that, I couldn’t tell him why, or it’d ruin the surprise. He grumped about that, too. Anyway, when I was ready to go, I woke him up, and told him to get up, or we’d be late. That was true - I’d wanted to leave much earlier than half past three, which it was by the time we did leave. We had to get there between 5 and 6 p.m., so we should have been ok, but then the traffic intervened, as it so often does. A three-lorry pile-up on the M40 meant that motorway was closed for ages, then another accident as it was opened didn’t help matters. We were on the A46 approaching the roundabout with the M40, so we got help up no end. I knew we wouldn’t make it in time, so I had to spill the beans and get Colin to phone up the wifey. I’d booked us in for B&B accommodation in a farm in the middle of nowhere in the Cotswolds. I know for next time not to book somewhere in the middle of nowhere because it means you have to drive everywhere, so you can’t drink. Most annoying. Still, it didn’t stop us going to the pub—well, we needed feeding! We went to one pub just because we both needed the loo. I forget its name, but I think it was in Broadway. I noticed some pictures on the wall, and had a good look at them. This was one of them:

Make of it what you will!