With this bank holiday being the arsehole of a migraine, my plans had to change because arseholes are fussy about what’s in them.
Originally, it was Friday and Saturday in Cornwall for Kaytes birthday followed by lad-time with Myles and Shaun.
Revised, the furthest I drove was a lonesome mile followed by jack shit.
To say this bank holiday wasn’t all that ‘bank holiday’ is an understatement. A bit of a waste, if you ask me.