Out in the sticks

I've been sent on a very dull training course for a week on a new product. Looking at a map it was only 50 miles from home so it seemed daft to stay away, especially as Kim and Lily were off to the Isle of Wight for a few days mid week and I needed to be at a meeting on thursday. Sod it I thought I'll commute each day. Big mistake, its a good 2.5hrs each way if the traffic is bad, which it is and to top it all there is nothing in Coolham of interest. There is a sign towards a D-Day airfield, which turned out to be nothing but a field as it was turned back to farming after the war. This dilapidated barn on next to the office I'm in is the best I could do!