“Do you mind driving to Stockport?”

Hmmm.  Suspicious mind.  What do you want me to do when I get there?  Delivering leaflets? Canvassing?  Something strenuous and uncomfortable?

“Pick up urgent stationery and drive home.”

Oh, cool.  Yesterday was a gorgeous bright warm day, so I had no problem with a jaunt in the countryside.

So, where’s Stockport, then?

I remembered once they started to explain — I went through there to get to Cheadle. It’s a gorgeous route.  Up high over the hills and through the National Park.  Spectacular views.

So, top down (*), sunnies on, Fountains of Wayne on the CD player,  spend afternoon on the road.  Grab a sandwich in Romily, turn round, come home.
Perfick.

(*) Sunroof on MAX is about as close as I can get