1 year, 298 since the start of the 1st lock down in March 2020
Mum and Ian set off late in the morning as Mum was concerned that she had said she would be going straight home on her Passenger Locator Form although I am not sure if anyone actually takes any notice nowadays.
I packed them up with a couple of slices of cake for the journey and then got on with changing the beds back again and putting some washing on when I got a call from Mum. They had broken down on the M3 and not only that but on the smart motorway bit where there is no hard shoulder or protection at all. I was very worried and so was Mum. Although the police had closed the inside lane, apparently people were ignoring the red cross of a closed lane and were speeding down towards their car and they had nowhere safe to go.
Eventually a Traffic Officer arrived and between another emergency vehicle they were towed to a refuge point to await the RAC rescue. The problem turned out to be a fuel lead without a clip which explained the sudden total loss of power and was even more worrying as they had the car serviced just before coming to us so it sounds like a bad service. In the event Mu had tripped over and hurt her knee and it turns out later, gave herself a black eye as well.
I was very relieved when they finally called to say they had arrived back safely in Penzance.
