March 27th 2018
Today it took me 2.5 hours to get to work. Because I didn’t get home from Germany until midnight last night, I went into work at about midday today. I thought that would mean that I’d fly through the commute in about a half an hour, but it ended up taking five times as long.
Turns out there was a big crash on the dual carriageway, and they had to close the road to clear it up. Unfortunately, I was already on the road when they closed it, so I ended up stuck in standstill traffic for an hour until they started letting people exit the dual carriageway through a farm-track road.
(By the way, I know that it’s a bit crass to be complaining about my car journey when someone else’s journey on that road ended in a crash. I checked, and nobody died, so it’s not too bad. Still, though, I understand that he definitely had a worse time than I did)
Because that dual carriageway is basically the only road connecting my house and where I work, I had no idea where I was going when the police ushered us off onto a farm-track B road. And my car’s sat nav only had slightly more of an idea. We were literally in the middle of nowhere, driving through fields, so it didn’t really have a clue either bless it.
Fortunately/unfortunately, nor did any of the other cars around me. And neither did the lorry drivers who ended up in on roads far too narrow and windy* for them to traverse.
*(read that as wine-dee, not win-dee)
So I ended up stranded behind a stranded lorry for a while, until finally, two and a half hours after I left my house, I got to work.
Until tomorrow, two and a half hours to travel 19 miles.