I’ve been to work today.
I know: shock, horror!
I had to be in Crawley in Kent by mid-morning and so I dragged the kids out of bed nice and early. Bless, ‘em, they got themselves ready without any fuss (for a change) and I managed to get them round to the child minder’s at the scheduled time.
And then I set off apace for the motorway. My journey was only about 90 miles, but it meant travelling on the M25. On a Monday morning. Which is why I wanted an early start.
I never even got as far as the M1 before I ground to a halt. The traffic was horrendous. It took me 15 minutes to drive a short length of the A505… a piece of road that I could walk in 2 minutes.
Finally, I reached the M1 and within 5 minutes was stationary again.
Eventually, I reached the M25 and I decided that travelling clockwise offered the best chance of me getting out of a low gear.
For a change, I was right and I managed to whizz round. Even the Dartford Tunnel/Bridge only offered a little resistance.
But then we ground to a halt, just after junction 5 and crawled all the way up to junction 7 at an interminably slow pace.
Eventually, I reached my destination, after driving for just over three hours. That means I averaged just 30MPH for the whole journey!
The journey home was better… but not by much. I won’t bore you with it.
But, I’m not going in tomorrow… I need a break.