FINALLY HOME! 
Everything travel-related today has been an absolute feckin' nightmare
This morning it was a broken-down lorry on the A14 near the Cambridgeshire border. To add insult to injury, it turned out that the damn thing was safely off the road in a massive lay-by, but the police had decided to close the inside lane (of two) anyway, which made me twenty minutes late
At ClientCo, the landlord is doing a total re-engineering of the car park, which means half of it is closed off at any one time. Luckily I managed to get one of the few remaining spaces up against the bushes; I've no idea if it was actually allocated to ClientCo or one of the other businesses in the building
Then coming home, there'd been an accident on the A14 at Kettering causing massive delays. It was supposedly starting to clear, so I decided to ignore Google Maps (which wanted to take me via Rutland) and chance it. In Kettering things were going pretty well, but getting near the site of the accident things slowed down dramatically. It turned out that this was because things had slowed down in a rather mundane manner, but some bloke in a van hadn't noticed and had rear-ended a car just ahead of me in the outside lane
Anyway, after that I made it to the M1 to be greeted by the dreaded "Queue after junction" sign, with Google Maps burbling about fifteen minute delays. So I came off at J20 and headed north through Lutterworth.
For some reason Google Maps gets absolutely horrified at the idea of going up the A road that forms Lutterworth high street and carrying on north to Leicester, badgering me to turn off and disappear into the wilds of the countryside at every single opportunity until I finally get out of the town. After that it was generally OK until Leicester, where it turned out the dreaded football traffic was causing yet more delays, leading Google Maps to take me on a rather convoluted route around the outer ring road, which probably didn't save any time at all as the worst of the traffic is always right here where I live anyway.
So I'm finally back home after a two hour journey, or between thirty and forty minutes longer than one that I'd characterise as "bad"
Everything travel-related today has been an absolute feckin' nightmare
This morning it was a broken-down lorry on the A14 near the Cambridgeshire border. To add insult to injury, it turned out that the damn thing was safely off the road in a massive lay-by, but the police had decided to close the inside lane (of two) anyway, which made me twenty minutes late
At ClientCo, the landlord is doing a total re-engineering of the car park, which means half of it is closed off at any one time. Luckily I managed to get one of the few remaining spaces up against the bushes; I've no idea if it was actually allocated to ClientCo or one of the other businesses in the building
Then coming home, there'd been an accident on the A14 at Kettering causing massive delays. It was supposedly starting to clear, so I decided to ignore Google Maps (which wanted to take me via Rutland) and chance it. In Kettering things were going pretty well, but getting near the site of the accident things slowed down dramatically. It turned out that this was because things had slowed down in a rather mundane manner, but some bloke in a van hadn't noticed and had rear-ended a car just ahead of me in the outside lane
Anyway, after that I made it to the M1 to be greeted by the dreaded "Queue after junction" sign, with Google Maps burbling about fifteen minute delays. So I came off at J20 and headed north through Lutterworth.
For some reason Google Maps gets absolutely horrified at the idea of going up the A road that forms Lutterworth high street and carrying on north to Leicester, badgering me to turn off and disappear into the wilds of the countryside at every single opportunity until I finally get out of the town. After that it was generally OK until Leicester, where it turned out the dreaded football traffic was causing yet more delays, leading Google Maps to take me on a rather convoluted route around the outer ring road, which probably didn't save any time at all as the worst of the traffic is always right here where I live anyway.
So I'm finally back home after a two hour journey, or between thirty and forty minutes longer than one that I'd characterise as "bad"
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