There seem to be roadworks everywhere. I know this has become a common feature of modern life, but at the moment there are far more of them obstructing the road network than we could wish for. Or perhaps the current number of roadworks is actually lower than the average: it is just that they are clustered in one narrow location, namely the route I drive to work. And perhaps the motoring population in general are collectively rejoicing at the minimal disruption they encounter in their daily commute; whereas a small group of us, feeling victimised and unappreciated, have to bear the brunt. I suppose I should take some solace from the knowledge that my selfless sacrifice benefits the rest of society; but I can't help thinking that the gratification should be spread around more evenly.
I do my best to take avoiding action, navigating ever-more circuitous routes to miss out the worst of the endless queues, the most unyielding of the temporary traffic lights, but there is a limit to what you can achieve without turning up to work halfway through the morning. Sometimes you just have to grit your teeth and put something soothing on the CD player. I am currently working my way through a box set of Mahler symphonies, which are just about long enough to get you through the worst of it.
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