Bad hair day

I went back to the spikes on Monday, figuring I probably still had a couple of useful weeks out of them. Right now I look like Grandpa Munster. *sigh*

One little road

Just been out to try to teach a family friend how to use a hi-tech piece of gadgetry (being the resident guy who "works with computers"). This would be all well and good, had I actually managed to get there. Somebody had decided to mangle their articulated lorry right on a major road junction. Fortunately, for some people, he'd only managed to block one carriageway going in one direction. Unfortunately for me it was the one I wanted to use. So, in essence, I've just spent the better part of 2 hours driving around West Lancs, low on petrol and praying for a miracle. You see, that one road is the only way I know of to get where I needed to be. Now, you'd think there'd be other roads around, parallel roads and suchlike, that would get me there, but apparently not. So, 2 hours on the road, much stress and consternation, and I didn't even pigging get there. Brilliant.

So, how was your evening?