It starts off alright, the car is reasonably clean, up for it, singing along, chatting to mates who are with you, then you realise you've got another 5 hours on the trip so by this point everyone has shut up and gone to sleep...the car is a right mess, crisp packets over the floor, drink bottles, pillows covered in dirt...It being my car, I'm now thinking, "great, I have to clean this now."
Going home and seeing my family and friends, who I don't see very often, is great...but at the same time, it just seems like too much hassle. We drove for 2 days and stayed in Crawley for 2 days, so it seemed like there wasn't much point.
As we're going to Spain next Friday, and flying from Gatwick. We have to do the whole journey all over again. GREAT!
Think I may look into flying. Petrol is just sitting at a ridiculous price at the moment as well which doesn't help, when you're already poor.
So why am I living all the way in Cornwall again?
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