At breakfast this morning I crashed into the table leg, spilling milk and orange juice all over the table cloth. I had my mouth full when the waitress asked me if I wanted a cooked breakfast, so I just indicate with a nod. I then realised that baked beans were being served, so I had to make a quick change to my order now I had swallowed my bran flakes.
Then I left for home, but forgetting to enable my GPS for the first few miles.
My route took me past Stonehenge, on Summer solstice day. The crowds had dispersed by the time I drove by. I had a further hold up later due to the annual London to Brighton bike ride.