Posted this on Facebook yesterday:Safely home from our holiday. It was a far from uneventful journey. First we were pootling along the M4 at 70mph when there was a bang as I ran over something. Must have been small as I didn't see it in the road. Suddenly the steering went funny and bits of rubber started flying past the car. I managed to hang onto the car and get onto the hard shoulder. One front tyre in shreds. What was it that I ran over? Rang the RAC and we were back on the road, spare wheel firmly attached within an hour.
Took the wrong turn off on one of the roundabouts in Kidderminster so Alan switched the satnav on to get us back to where we should be. Of course the battery gave out at the wrong moment so I had to keep driving while Alan plugged the cable in by which time we were stationery at lights.
"Turn right," says Uncle Tom so I indicate, carefully switch lanes, turn right and end up going down a country lane. Uncle Tom seems quite happy with this so I carry on. Then I hear a siren, glance in my mirror and there is a police car behind me so I indicate left to pull over and slow down. So does the police car. Oh dear. I stop and so do they. An officer comes to my door and asks if I am local. "Telford," I tell her, which is when she tells me that I had just turned right illegally as I hadn't seen the sign. She realises I am using satnav but says I should have seen the sign. Fair enough. I should have but I suspect I had passed it before Uncle Tom told me to turn right.
After telling her my name (they had obviously already checked my car details) and showing her my driving licence as proof I am who I said, she gave me directions then followed me for a few miles to make sure I didn't get lost again (or checking I didn't break the law again).
We now have all the dogs home, the bags unpacked, the washing on and are about to crawl into bed. Just as well I have my stair lift. I wouldn't have had the energy to walk upstairs, even if I could.