I don’t mind getting stuck in traffic jams

These terrifying words were spoken by Husband this morning. I had just spent 12 hours over the previous two days sitting in the car parks aka the M25 and the M1. I hate sitting in traffic. It drives me insane. Apparently, according to Husband, traffic jams provide a great opportunity to listen to music and car watch. Huh? Is that a thing? Car watching? The only cars I like to watch are the ones I am overtaking. And that’s not possible when you are in a traffic jam. I have to change lanes frequently as I can’t bear to follow the same car for miles and miles. I try and liven up a traffic jam by coming off at junctions, zooming up to the roundabout and then zooming back down to filter back on. Weirdly I only do that when I am on my own in the car. But I do feel smug when it works – have only had one occasion when I tried to beat the system but ended up going down the M4 rather than staying on the M25. I recently found out that Bell does the same thing. Motorway service stations are still rubbish – particularly the ones on the M1. I think we have stopped at every single one from junction 6a to junction 29. Here’s a photo I took at Trowell services where you have to walk over the bridge to get to M&S and three separate Costas, and why on earth does WH Smith sell Krispy Kremes? 

  
I have decided never to drive on the M1 ever again. No more Watford Gap nowhere near Watford. The next journey north will be the M6. However, even the M6 has its horrors but we have decided to leave at 6am or some other time that only exists a few days of the year when I absolutely have to get up for a holiday or an airport run. So, for those of you travelling tomorrow, listen to some music and watch the cars…