Extremely unmotivated to the point of dread RE having to schlep up to Relations' 50th anniversary party in the morning. Attendance is, however, mandatory, as has been pointed out to me in no uncertain terms. If I'm never seen again, there has been a Scene, most likely involving politics and the choice of dates, and I've lit out for the territories...
...In the event, Angry!Colon has exercised a veto on the notion of spending four hours in the car today. So Mum has been sent off vaguely northwards with a printout from Googlemaps instead of this navigator, who is Going Back To Bed (for certain values of Going Back To Bed that may include running about screaming about wanting to die and taking the plumbing with me). This is still not going to end well, but at least I am too preoccupied to care.
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