Chad and I visited Goodwood – Festival of Speed today (think Glastonbury for the petrol head middle-classes). We meet up with friends, the sun was shining and all round a good day was had.

At one stage I turned to Chad and said: “Are you alright? You are looking mildly perturbed”. He told me he felt fine. Where do these words come from?

I also learnt today that I don’t like the sound of really loud cars screeching past me. I have a bad involuntary reaction which reminds me of a cross granny. My brow furrows, lips pucker and I take a sharp intake of breath. Attractive ;+{

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