Posted by James Saunders on 19th December 2005
It is a bit scary sometimes as I think to myself that I am part of a big wheel turning around the roads of Hampshire. Each morning, as I have been driving to work, I have been noticing that many of the events along my journey are identical, this is not to surprising when you think that, like me, everyone else has their exact morning routines also. Just to enlighten you I will try and describe my observations (who knows, a reader of this blog may be part of my routine and unknowingly, our wheels may join for a brief moment in time every morning!)…
- 7.22 Leave house for work (meant to be 7.15 but I am never on time).
- 7.32 Get to top of Eastern Road, going around roundabout, more often than not there is a Shell Petrol Van 3 cars ahead waiting with me in the roundabout traffic lights. Drive up the A3(M).
- 7.46 Get to junction towards Alton and 2 mins up the road there is always a white Transit van parked on the side of the road with it’s hazard lights on partially blocking the road.
- 8.00 Get to crossroads where I turn right and go up a hill, half way up the hill I regularly get stuck behind the same slow moving Onyx rubbish lorry which I soon overtake.
- 8.15 Get to Alton, drive round outskirts of town where there is a young lady with a suit with short skirt and black tights walking along the exact same stretch of country lane (even in the freezing cold!).
- 8.20 Through a little village not far from Hook, there is a girl waiting for a bus outside the pub, 8.21 I meet a schoolbus at a junction and depending on how I am feeling I let it out.
- 8.26 Drive over a little bridge where there is a man towing bread in the stream at the ducks.
- 8.33 Arrive at work - the transition to work routine begins! My only saving grace on this morning drive to work, has been Sir Terry Wogan on Radio 2, keeping my sanity in some kind of working condition.
Do you have a morning routine also?
“Sometimes it’s a chicken; Sometimes it’s a chair; Sometimes it’s a piece of cheese Suspended in the air” –THE MEANING OF LIFE, Edward Monkton