I drove all the way up to Blackpool for spawn's birthday and all the way home again and the only illuminations I saw was the Winter Hill mast from 20 miles away.
Mr F had offered to go up there and cook jerk chicken for her birthday tea. What that means is that I do all of the ingredient purchasing and preparation for the meal and all of the driving, he puts the chicken on a George Foreman, whips up some rice and peas, warms the gravy in a pan and takes all of the credit for the five hours I spent chopping, mincing, juicing, mixing and driving!