@valerie1256.bsky.social@anythingmaureen.bsky.social@soniarays.bsky.social@jojoba.bsky.social It seems 'only mad Wives and Englishmen queue in the mid-day sun' is a true saying. So wish me luck as I chauffer an anxious, snarling wife on a three hour journey.

In her fevered, paranoid imagination She'll will be falling back in the queue with each minute of the journey such that She will be joining the queue a quarter of a mile outside of Glastonbury in position 23,374.

Where are you guys going again?