It was 4pm last Saturday.  Mrs RM had just driven back from picking up her new motor (4 wheels, black) in Car Shop Northampton, where numerous enthusiastic young men had been attempting to talk to me about car stuff. Matt was still in his pyjamas when we got home. “Dad, where’s Doncaster ?  Loathe and… Continue reading FROM PYJAMAS TO DONCASTER IN 3 HOURS