Proven FACT, today.
I drive ALL the way to see Red in a tiny village where I have no other vested interest to not be greeted with hugs and “let me look after you since you are sick” but “I am off to the pub, have fun”.
If I was not so damn sniffly and scared of crashing the car, I would almost certainly have driven home tonight.
If I needed to watch telly/ work/ read a book, I could have saved fuel, saved time, eaten something I like to eat, caught up with friends and stayed at home!
Men. Idiots. Fact.