Travel Error

Herself’s feeling ill today, and I’m feeling pretty ropy too – but not to a level where I can work-dodge just yet – so I took the car.

Knowing how busy the standard route in is, I thought “I know, I’ll miss that lot, and go the back way, which’ll be easier”. Oh how fucking wrong can one person be?

The road was rigid – and by the time I was on it there was no turning back. I’d already avoided one jam, so this one was going to be the one I was in. Sod.

In the end it took half an hour to get out of Bracknell. The “quieter” road had had a five-car shunt on it (well, four car, one motorbike), so there were police and ambulance all over the place, and only one lane of traffic moving at a time due to Traffic Duty Trainee Plod. Having an Audi-driving numpty in front of me who was obviously not used to new-fangled inventions like clutches didn’t help – the knobber managed to stall it on every attempt to pull away. Impressive, when you’re in a jam of traffic and regularly getting overtaken by slugs, snails, and tortoises.

(And yes, I know I twice failed my own test by stalling the fucking car, but that hasn’t happened in a while now, and didn’t happen at all today, so bollocks, I’m just going to go with it)

Anyway, once we’d got past that little lot, it was plain sailing, and the rest of the journey took about ten minutes all told. And even found a car-parking space no worries, which I figure is quite an achievement after 9am…