Well. I return to the topic of as I was driving home from work…… Earlier, as it happens, that at first expected. In fact, just in time for the six o’clock news on Radio 4 (where else???)
Loads of stuff about the trial and conviction of the nine men in the child sex trafficking/grooming case. Lots of stuff about Greece and it’s threatened slide out of the Euro zone. Lots of stuff about the East Yorkshire woman gaoled for child cruelty (unfathomable cruelty against her own children). Amongst other, hugely consequential breaking news.
And another little snippet about a National Trust press release regarding the acquisition of two (iconic???) petrol station forecourts from the 1960’s. These were on motorways noted at the time to be ‘futuristically glamourous’!
Well. As I say. I was driving home from work at the time I was listening to this. Now I was not on a motorway. No, I was in a four? Five? Six? mile tailback caused by the closure for repair of the motorway running parallel to that minor, hillroad I usually zip along home by. Traffic was at a standstill with occasional bursts of energy when a single car would leap forward by ten feet. I pondered the glamour of the road less travelled (today). I’m still reeling, trying to reconcile that concept, twinned with that motorway.
But thinking about it distracted me so much that I only half listened to those other, oppressive, crushing, demanding news reports. And now I’ll have to go read them properly before I can comment with erudition on them.
And you know my rant would never be other than erudite!!