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I work with geniuses. Geniuses are very intelligent, however intelligence is only really good for getting you into problems. Common sense is considered a swearword where I work. I can't afford to live where I live. I need a hug.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Another quiet day at the office
This morning the traffic going into Oxford was bad. This may not surprise many of you, but just as eskimos are reputed to have however many hundred words for snow, but people who drive into Oxford on a regular basis have a similar system for traffic.
Today a lorry broke down between the Botley and pear tree roundabouts. When I joined the queue of stationary traffic was just round the corner from the Marcham interchange. I heard on the 9:15 traffic report (about 40 minutes after I wished I'd turned off at Marcham) that the queue now stretched back as far as Milton (about 12 miles).
If one broken down lorry can inflict this much chaos on a major road just by breaking down, in a week where the traffic shouldn't be that busy (half term) what the hell is going to happen if there is an accident when it's busy.
I fear for the future.
On a lighter note...
Saturday was Daisy's party at the Eystons, and a good time was had by all (at least until they woke up the following morning). My pictures are all on the wall of shame...
Today a lorry broke down between the Botley and pear tree roundabouts. When I joined the queue of stationary traffic was just round the corner from the Marcham interchange. I heard on the 9:15 traffic report (about 40 minutes after I wished I'd turned off at Marcham) that the queue now stretched back as far as Milton (about 12 miles).
If one broken down lorry can inflict this much chaos on a major road just by breaking down, in a week where the traffic shouldn't be that busy (half term) what the hell is going to happen if there is an accident when it's busy.
I fear for the future.
On a lighter note...
Saturday was Daisy's party at the Eystons, and a good time was had by all (at least until they woke up the following morning). My pictures are all on the wall of shame...
