On the way home

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 We have just left family number three and are on our way home. It is a two and a half hours drive with hubby doing the driving. All of it, as always. My car smells of wood briquettes and is overloaded, so let us hope that police will not have any interest in checking the cargo. On our way home we will pick up pizza for the Champion's league finale. Daughter bought chips of the fiery sort. I think neither pizza nor chips will keep me awake during the game. But first- drive to number two's house and bring Samsung and Sony in for feeding!