It is the weirdness that we call Half-Term.
What that means is that my commuting time is slimmed down to a mere fraction of what I laughingly call ‘normal’.
Like, in what twisted world could it even be considered remotely ‘normal’ to take an hour to travel twelve miles?
In a car?
Apart from on the A40 in to Oxford, obv.
The downside of the Half-Term phenomena is that a bunch of people take the week off and I find it almost impossible to reach any decision-makers.
That’s a win-win, then!
Oh yeah, I love half-term: getting into work is a doddle.
Unfortunately, this half term I have had to take some time off work in order to look after the kids.
I’ll be a gibbering wreck by the weekend.
The M60 has been exactly the same, it’s taken me a mere 25 to get into work each morning as opposed to the 45 that it usually takes to do the 9 mile trip. Summer holidays are even lovelier because this traffic luxury contines for 6 weeks or so.