I’d like to report that this is the residents of the city where I’ve been today all leaving en-masse because they don’t want to be associated with a company that treats others in such a cavalier and immoral manner. Unfortunately though, it’s not quite true – we got held up in the aftermath of a pile-up on the motorway – a lorry loaded with fireworks crossed the armoco barrier, straight through three lanes of oncoming traffic then embedded itself in the bank on the far side of the road – assuming the lorry wasn’t breaking the ‘no lorries in the outside lane’ law then he’d crossed at least four lanes of traffic and flattened an armoco barrier as though it was paper before coming to a halt.

Perhaps not surprisingly the Police shut the whole road so for three and a half hours we sat stationary on the motorway. People met, married, grew old and died while we waited!

In a moment that I doubt will ever be repeated, we had Rosie and Archie out of the car, on their leads and were walking them up and down the hard shoulder and in-between the lanes.

You can, of course, see DM leaning against the Vectra-mobile (now known as the ‘grand old bird of Cornwall’). If he looks friendly with someone, he is, it’s Claz who’s on the other side of the car. The occupants of the other cars were stunned to see a woman (Claz) climb out of her car with a bouquet of flowers and deliver them to the passenger of the car behind (me) and in exchange be given a carton of semi-skimmed milk. Which when you know that she’s my oldest friend, (by that I mean I met her before anyone else I know – 26 years ago to be precise - other than my family, NOT that she’s old herself) and she’s giving me a bunch of flowers as a belated birthday pressie and I’m giving her the milk that I bought on her behalf in the petrol station three miles back then it all makes great sense. This exchange was supposed to happen in her new home, which we’d been following her towards but we had to abandon our plans because she had to get back to her business and we had to get closer to home by the time we started moving again.

Am I still refusing to look at the elephant in the corner? Yes, I suppose so, not having mentioned it again until now. The answer is that despite a performance from me with more than a bit of “Dead Poet’s Society” about it, it was all to no avail and in this case, it’s certainly true to say that evil has won over good. It truly is over and now we have to pick up the pieces. What bothers me as I end this day was whether I’d been sent there either on a known ‘wild goose chase’ or as a sacrificial lamb and unfortunately I’m not sure if I’ll ever work that one out.

I am now more convinced than ever of last year's photo being of 'something naughty' even though I wasn't 100% at the time. This year, a lovely crop emerged and mysteriously disappeared within a few hours of popping up, suggesting strongly they'd been picked!