Someone somewhere is out to get me today.
There is a tube strike in London. Whilst I have a fleeting pang of compassion towards my fellow London-bound commuters it is swamped by an overwhelming feeling of regret because the traffic levels will, inevitably, be much higher.
Adding substantially to my already long commuting time.
Buggerit.
But there is an extra complication.
Last night on the M40 a tanker of some sort caught fire. Even though the Fire Brigade dealt with the incident quickly, the heat from the blaze was so severe that sections of the motorway surface have melted.
And that, inevitably, means an extended closure of the M40 whilst the surface is cleaned and repaired.
So, as I type this, my fellow passengers and I are nipping down various country lanes of Oxfordshire/Buckinghamshire trying to bypass the closed section of the M40.
Adding substantially to my already long and already added-to commuting time.
Buggerit.
Again.
Still, the music’s nice.
When I started writing this it was Foals and Heavy Water. Right now it’s Heather Sullivan and Cold Day in July.