Braindead

Over the last six weeks or so, I’ve been driving from home to work on pretty much a daily basis. It’s given me a lot more freedom time-wise, particularly while we’ve been in the time crunch of heavy workloads while preparing for the site launch and so on.

Since we launched the main site last week, I was supposed to be going back to using the train. I even picked up my season-ticket pass thing.

And then I got halfway to work, hit a traffic jam on the poxy single-carriageway bit of the A11 (which I’ve written about several times before) and thought:

“Bollocks. I was going to get the train.”

The joys of mental autopilot…