A long and whining road....

I took my trust (slow, horrible) Fiat Hire car out of the office on friday and joined the M4 motorway, fully intending to get the 55 miles to London Luton and catch my plane home.



Two hours later, I was approaching the M1/M25 junction, where I knew there were road works (as opposed to just nose-to-tail 10mph traffic - on a four-lane MOTORWAY!). I'd decided by then that there was no chance I'd get my plane, and another plane option from Heathrow (which I crawled by) or Luton (which I should have got to) or even Stanstead (which I almost ended up passing) would have cost 200 quid (400 bucks) and invoved getting to Aberdeen airport to get my car...



"Soddit", I shouted at myself. "Its 500 miles, I've half a tank of gas, a packet of cigarettes, its dark and I'm wearing sunglasses"...



Nose to tail traffic almost to Grantham - about 100 miles north of London, and 9pm. Feeling a little foolish. But hey - the traffic clears,and then from that point on, I have 400 miles of empty road ahead of me. A wee cheer as I crossed the Scottish border around 1am, and another wee cheer as I drove past my house at 3.15. I filled the car up at WalMart/Asda at 4am, plodded around the store looking for caffeine. Bought a stuffed penguin instead, such was my despair.



Earlier, I had purchased flowers from a petrol station south of Doncaster. I hadnt noticed they were fake, and neither had the chatty guy behind the counter who tied a carrier bag on the bottom of them to stop them "leaking".. D'oh!.



5.30am, after the airport car shuffle (and scraping the snow off the mini in the car park), I'm home. A 15 hour drive after all - not bad. I've done it before and average (with stops, etc) 10 hours.



The worst part was being called up by the Zeb at 9pm, asking when I'd get to the bar in Aberdeen where I'd agreed to meet the guys from AAM... I did ask them to stay there till 5am, but they didnt.. Lightweights...