16

On this 16th day of December, I am once again stuck in the convoy on the way to work.  The council is resurfacing the A85, and for all of this week (and goodness knows for how much longer) I hit the traffic the minute I leave the village. 

We all sit for an interminable time, with no traffic coming towards us.  Then, suddenly, a stream of cars appear which takes 10 minutes to go by.  And then, we slowly trickle through. 

I haven't made it to work on time once this week. 

Truthfully, I don't really care!