I collected Brian on the way through, and stopped to eat my sandwiches at his house, then we went to play with the traffic. I'd left home at just before ten, and was at Brian's just before one pm. I'd only got lost once as well, which is good for me - I was to make up for it later.
The M42 seemed not too bad, Friday traffic is always heavy on the motorways, and we got held up a few times. Then the M1 near Nottingham was stop go, mainly stop. However, we chatted as we waited for the bottleneck to clear itself. This was almost habit forming, because it happened several times.
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