Driving again

Well that was fast. My driving story just got another twist. After working solidly for a total of three hours, the reason I drove all the way back to France has ceased to be important. So I get to turn around and go back, again. My colleagues are surprised that I’m not angry, after driving two days in one direction to undo the mistake of driving two days in the original direction to be told to go and do it all again.

It’s ok, I’m calling tomorrow Good Friday, and Friday Labour Day. See you next week. I’ll be in the south of France, somewhere.