i fancied trying to get to BEdford Autodrome after Kimbolton this morning for a bacon butty (especially if Matt was paying as he's a little tight apparently) even if it was called off but the roads in the country (my bloody sat nav kept taking me on the most treacherous routes) were shocking
As soon as i left my Kimbolton appointment i came across a Passat that had ran off at a corner (tried to break in the snow) and beached itself on a village welcome island and sign - looked a real mess so HOME FOR ME
