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Poxy motorways
I usually get up at 6am, leave home by about 6.35 and reach work by 7. Since I now have a full time Mrs Lurtz and we spend most nights either in her flat or mine (we live in the same building) it seemed a bit unfair that she has to wake up at such an ungodly hour every day to either go back to her own flat or to lock her door after I've left. So I decided to start coming into work an hour later.
The result? A journey along two junctions (J25 to J27) of the M fucking 62 took me just over an hour. Twenty five minutes to get between J25 and J26. What an absolute fucking joke. Then when I got to work, the car park I use was nearly full so I had to park right at the far end, furthest away from my office so I got fucking piss soaked wet bastard through walking to the office.
The most annoying thing is that I work alongside the Highways Agency and I do a lot of studies on congestion, traffic flow etc. Now I know how people feel. Bollocks to the idea of being nice. Mrs Lurtz can have a key to my flat and let herself out whatever time she likes. I'm back in at 7am tomorrow.
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Can I be dreaming, or am I just coping?
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