On Friday after work I decided to drive to the hospital where my DD was to visit her.
I'd had a message to say she was out of surgery and ok.
She's always been the one who needs her mum even though she is 36 and I knew she was still feeling fragile from losing Barney.
According to google maps it was a 45 minute drive to the hospital, so I allowed an hour!
Now I am more than capable of getting lost in a car park never mind going round a very complicated motorway junction, so I really needed my sat-nav.
No joy, it would put up a map of where I needed to go but the voice refused to work. I'm not that keen on looking at the screen instead of the road ahead but I decided to give it a try.
I finally made it and it was worth it just to see the look on her face when I arrived.