The WW left the keyboard behind in the mistaken belief that we could enjoy a bit of retail therapy in the town on Wednesday. We might just have well have planned a mission to the moon. What did we buy – Zilch!
The traffic queues stretched for miles in every direction, we sat, we pondered, we turned up the air conditioning to maximum and then… we fumed. What the hell? We couldn’t turn around – so we put our head in our hands like everyone else! Then gave up and went home.
And then we saw this!
They have to be joking – we will all be on the road to nowhere soon?