Tuesday ...

I think that karma must be paying me back.

I’ve had easy drives to and from Birmingham for the last couple of weeks and up to half past eight this morning when I got onto the M42 I thought that today would be the same. The sun was shining, the metaphorical birds were metaphorically tweeting, and, err, the traffic was grinding to a halt. Oh joy. Two and a half hours of crawling the ten miles or so to the junction with the M6, due to an unlikely combination of traffic accidents, lorry fires, exhibitions at the NEC and road works.

Still, the upside was that I got a chance to listen to the last three cds of book 3 of The Dark Tower series. All I can say without giving away too many spoilers is that I’m glad we’ve got the rest of the books on order from Ebay, because it ends on one hell of a cliff hanger. Superb and evocative stuff, and nightmarish in places if your nightmares happen to involve parallel universes, haunted houses and dark post apocalyptic futures.

I worked until half past six and then set off for the extensive half mile drive to the hotel via the garage to fill up with liquid gold, which would probably be cheaper than diesel at the moment. The current Inland Revenue rates are based on a price of 91.7 p a litre which I reckon means that the price has gone up by 8% since then, so work journeys are costing me money now. Grrr.

I walked across the road to another hotel where the food was better and cheaper, and the beer was more interesting too. Sausage and mash in red wine gravy served in a humungous Yorkshire pud washed down with a pint of draft Speckled Hen saw me fit for little more than playing a bit of Animal Crossing (Bunnie has left – hurrah!) and then crashing out on the bed.

 Night all.