I read somewhere “don’t tell God your plans, he’ll laugh in your face”. Or put another way, watch out for Murphy.
I had plenty of opportunity today to curse my cockiness in berating trains. Having made fantastic time to the outskirts of Birmingham (about three hours), I then spent two hours fighting my way through the city’s defences to the location of my meeting.
The RAC route finder casually said:
Leave the M6 at junction M6/J6 and straight ahead into A38(M) direction [A38(M)] BIRMINGHAM (CEN).
The signs on the motorway said:
Average speed from J6 to the next exit: 10 miles an hour. Urgh.
Oh, and I left my door keys in my front door all day, too.
But I did get to see Spiderman 2 this evening. Which more than made up for the rest of the day.