Drove down to deepest Heathrow today for business. Had meetings. Drove home.
On the way back, a gen-yoo-ine M25 stone took a chip out of my windscreen. Well, it woke me up I guess.
Wonder whether I can expense it?
In related news, today I discovered that ten minutes at 40mph in roadworks on the M11 under the beady eyes of number-plate-reading, average-speed-checking cameras is actually more tedious than ten minutes at 0mph.
On the plus side I was home by 5:30, which hasn’t happened in a while.