I had a spare week in my initial plan to make this happen, but with all my breakdowns I was 9 days behind schedule, hence the rush through the last few countries.
The P&O Pride of Hull docked on time and after a full English and my first proper PG cuppa since I used up the last of Steve's teabag supply from Bulgaria I was set for the road. Time for a quick goodbye with the Darlo and Frontline SC lads and time to sprint home as the grey day reluctantly gave way to sunshine.
As I rolled closer to home I caught our friend Vicki walking her dog and was invited round for more tea (hurrah) and cake, but I couldn't stay long.
Somehow my wife managed to wangle getting out of work early and to be home an hour before my son got back from school.
Mmm, it's business time.
At least she has a smile on her face...