Lastnight I went straight from work to EB's place in Essex. Getting there in the evening was a breeze.
Getting back just took me 2¾ hours (allowing 15 minutes for a stop-off at Clacket Lane for a much-needed massimo mocha and wrap for breakfast).
I'm weighing up whether to try that experiment again. How the hell does anyone in this country commute like that every day? My average speed was something like 35 mph!
I'm really quite happy that I'm meeting Mr Bridger for lunch today... Don't think I could cope with this place uninterrupted for a whole day :o)
To end on a funny note though, I passed LS in his VW van between junctions 3 & 4 (I think — was around there, anyway) as he was flying around anti-clockwise, trying to find a way into the yard in London (not The Yard, as in police).
Strange life.
Very hot today.
Discuss.
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