Had a long day. Set off early to travel to see in-laws, perfectly nice people but hard work so I’ve spent all day with them. Finally set off for the hotel where we can crash and actually have some food (they have the appetite of sparrows so the spread for 8 of us is what I would have made just for me). I told DH he was taking the wrong exit off the roundabout, no no he knew best. Was the wrong exit straight onto a motorway where we can’t get off to turn back around for 18 miles. 36 mile detour to the hotel that was 1.2 miles away. And he drives like an absolute wet wipe (he’s only just started driving again after 10 years so is a bit nervous) so we are doing 50mph. He’s very apologetic and I’m trying to be supportive and understanding but wow I want to plough him into the central reservation!!! Doing my best keeping calm breathing right now 🤣