So I told the wife,
"Instead of going down thursday night as planned lets go friday morning early on and save the price of an extra night in the hotel".
"We will have to be packed ready to go Thursday night though" I added.
So this afternoon while I was taking the dog to my Dads for the weekend she decided to go down the town for a bit of shopping.
She does not come back until 6pm. Not only that but she has promised a mate she is going around to hers tonight for a drink from 7:30pm.
So I say "Well how are we going to get packed tonight then".
"We can do it tomorrow" she says.
I say "It is a 230 mile trip there and it will take at least 5 hours. We have to get away sharp. 8am at the latest."
"Your Joking!" she says. "I though it was only two hours away in Yorkshire or something".
She has been to Santa Pod I don't know how many times. She has never been to a track in Yorshire of any discription.
She does my bleedin head in she does.
