…and I’m sitting in a traffic jam on the London Orbital. I’m surrounded by a sea of small metal boxes on rubber wheels containing thousands of different minds wandering in a million different directions. Reciting ‘to do lists’ before the important meeting after lunch or wondering if Mr Smitherington will notice my arse this afternoon at tea break. Will little Timmy get his own back on that big girl that pushed him off his scooter? I hope Strictly Come Dancing recorded all right – I can’t wait to see who got kicked out…
Why does the DJ on radio 2 sound like he’s stuck in traffic too…?
There are many things I miss about sunny Inglaterra but I’m not sure I miss the M25.
I didn’t surf today. Next week…
How the heck did you blog from the hire car!!!?! …. amazing.
Did you get back safely?
A true blogger will always find a connection no matter what pickle he is in…
Yes. Thanks for asking. Twit.
Even a branston pickle … ?
Not miss the iconic M25? Heathen
you hanging around?
‘fraid not – we just popped over to take PSJ to the dentist and are heading straight back. Next time we shall do beer and gossip… xxx
*I* noticed your arse today at teabreak … xxx
I noticed you noticing my arse. Did you notice? xxx
cool. see u and your arse soon…and hopefully the person that noticed your arse too 🙂 xx
am i being dense…dentist….why? dont the portuguese have teeth?
Don’t think you are special down Souff ;).. M6 around j21 to j10.. m62 … M602… complete carparks…. and as for dentists! tsk don’t get me started me that one??