So, when we originally decided to go to the Deep South for the Christmas Hols, it was going to be me, the current Mrs p, jr and the dogs. Then the current Mrs p decided she wouldn't be able to come out until next tuesday because of work. So she would come with her parents. No problems. jr and I would do the journey in one hit.
Then my parents decided they would come after all. So there then ensued a bit of argy bargy about how much luggage my mum could bring bearing she had all she needs when we reach out destination and the fact that if she brought what she was proposing there would be no room for the dogs.
That sorted, we then had to stop over a night as neither mum or dad would be able to tolerate a 950 mile journey in one hit at there age. No problem there as I know a lovely hotel in Macon with great food and wine. So we could have a latish start tomorrow and get to our destination after stopping for lunch somewhere. No problem.
When we got to Macon about 2 hours ago we all went for a drink in the bar and mum announces that she'd had a call off one of her cronies last week and had agreed to pay a visit to her in Grenoble on the way down to our destination!
That has not gone down well as that adds an extra 175 miles to our journey tomorrow, taking us to a location famous for its utterly crap EV charging and means that we have to make a tedious visit and we'll probably end up arriving at our destination at about teatime instead.
Not happy and made it clear I'm not. Dad (who knew nothing about it either) has bought me a very nice bottle of red to drink tonight in order to ease the pain...