Thanks Bill, my mental health has now improved after that nasty-wasty wikked duTch said howwible fings.
Camring - of course - after drowning my sorrows with copious amounts of Tetley's Smoothflow, my brain departed to Never Never Land.
You're right about getting out on the A. Only told wifey I'd be going for a quick jaunt to blow the cobwebs off and ended up all over the Peaks (down Woodhead Pass and back across Snake Pass) - absolutely brilliant!
Just to complete my humiliation, by the way, I broke down about a mile from home. Knowing Mr Breakdown wouldn't recover me so close to home, I pushed the (Better Shoved Along) back home - damn near killed me especially as some of it is uphill.
It was also at the warmest bit of the day in T-shirt, fleece and jacket, so I was dripping when I got in. I'm sure I saw a few grins as I pushed it forlornly through the town centre.
At one point, a guy came out of his house and helped me - probably though it was that or an ambulance.
The joys of owning a Beezer eh.