Well, that’s a word that hasn’t been used much recently!
Although not technically a commute, I spent my Monday travelling 547 miles back to Scotland after a busy weekend attending the wedding and three christenings of my best friend’s daughter and her young children. Like me, her number two baby turned out to be twins!
The sun shone and the bride was so happy to have all her loved ones together at long last – it was lovely to catch up. The babies were delighted to be made a fuss of by so many brightly dressed people all wanting a cuddle and it was worth every arduous delay and roadwork to join such a special family celebration. I really wouldn’t recommend it as a commute every weekend, though.
And of course the dog was delighted to see us home again.