Active travel was out of the question visiting JJ today as it absolutely tipped it down just as I opened the front door to walk there. Don’t get me wrong I’m not scared of getting wet but JJ has a pristine cream coloured sofa and if I arrived soaking wet I’m sure I would have left my mark on it.

We had a good chat, putting the world to rights and as usual ended up giggling like a couple of naughty teenagers. I think it gives me as much of a lift visiting JJ as I know it gives her.