I got a bit lost on the way back today. We had a very good meeting and I was following my colleague up the road when my elder son rang to say he'd lost his job

So I missed the bit where he turned off and ended up detouring around to Luton, in the meantime going past Hash's village. I was too late to stop and explore though, I was also too late to go to Wheathampstead as I had planned to see the grave of Apsley Cherry Garrard, one of Scott's Antarctic party.
Rob hasn't actually lost his job, but the post office has temporarily closed and he has over reacted.
In cold news it just gets worse and worse, I bought some night nurse on the way home.