We've been on a car journey today that took seven hours when really it should have taken five, at worst.
Over an hour and a half of this was spent in a service station negotiating with a three-year-old that if she needed the loo, now would be the time to go and not when we were back on the M1.
But the thing that made me feel like my brain was going to melt out my ear was the relentless questions.
Well, one question in particular.
'Are we nearly there yet?'
OH. MY. GOD.
I thought it was a cliche that children asked that. On repeat. Continuously.
Turns out it's not.
Thank God for Heart FM and ear phones.