The Man in the Red Socks.
I would not usually allow a fourteen year old girl in a lab coat and trainers to shove a giant cotton bud up my nose, but these are strange times we are living in and the drive-through PCR test in Parthenay was one of the hurdles I had to o'er leap if I wanted to see family and friends in the UK. Anna, my wife, had just come back from a whistle-stop tour so helped me with all the paper work and travel arrangements. Like the Queen and Prince Charles we tend to travel separately, not because of the stability of the crown, but one of us has to look after the cat and chickens. My daughter was moving house so I decided to take the van, to help shuttle her belongings from one part of Ealing to another. I also had to pick up several of Anna's purchases which were too big for Ryanair and had been deposited at collection points around the south of England. The first two hours of the drive are fine (Parthenay to Le Mans), 'this is new, exciting, I'm going on an adventure...