Jaqui's Daily Blog

Wednesday 8th August

I have always considered myself to be optimistic by nature.  By this I mean that I (almost) unfailingly look on the bright side and assume that nothing terrible will befall me.  This does not mean that I don't ever experience bad times, or sad times - just that I generally won't have wasted precious time imagining the worst before it happens.


Mr B, on the other hand, is a pessimist.  Or, as he prefers to be described, a realist.  This is a good way to be, he says, on account of the fact that, if you always imagine things will go wrong, when they go right you are pleasantly, and happily, surprised.  Between us, you might say, we strike a perfect balance. 


Mr B's pessimism / realism is never more in evidence that when, as today, we embark upon A Very Long Car Journey.  Even before we set off, he is bewailing the fact that we are almost certain to be caught in traffic at (i) Arundel; (ii) Chichester; (iii) Portsmouth; (iv) Southampton; (v) Newbury; (vi) the Severn Bridge Crossing; and (vii) all the other main points on our way to Cardiff.  


Yes, we are off to Wales to help young Sam celebrate his sixth birthday tomorrow.  We have the banner, the birthday card, the present, and the birthday balloon.  We are going to have a great time.


Slight hold-up at Arundel but it could have been worse. "Wait till we get to Chichester," groans Mr B.   We sail through Chichester.  "We're going to hit Portsmouth at just the wrong time," warns Mr B.  We don't. "Traffic's always bad round Southampton," Mr B says mournfully.  It isn't. 


"Better not stop too long for lunch," he decides, as we pull into Chieveley Services, "We don't want the traffic to build up."  We wolf down a Cornish pasty (Mr B) and a sausage roll (me) and head back onto the M4 where the traffic, amazingly, is moving fast and steadily towards our destination.


Before we know it we are at the Severn Bridge.  It's my favourite bridge because it's the one that takes me to my little Welsh boys.  Not very much later and we are there.  "Pretty good journey," Mr B reports to our son. 


So now he tells me.


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28.12 | 07:41

This wonderful blog has summed up the true meaning of A Christmas Day. Once the dread of a restricted day had sunk in, other ways were invented. Thank you

22.12 | 09:20

So sorry to hear that Brian is in hospital. It would be bad at any time but at present....... It must be true agony for you. You'll both be in my thoughts. xx

22.08 | 02:02


I'll be able to help you with information on the usher's as Thomas Henry Usher is my aunt's ancestor as well can you please email me so we can talk

22.08 | 02:00

Hi Karen,

I thought I would try again to see if I can get a response from you again please email me so we can talk further. My email is: lol-emma@live.com.au

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