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