Where I Feel Safest of All

The other week, whilst lugging an old TV over to a friend's digs in Rochdale in the evening, I spent an unpleasant 20 minutes of so waiting to get on the motorway.

Nothing exciting in that, of course, but the thought that occurred to me, watching traffic crawl along both in and out of Manchester was "fucking hell, some people must do this every single day they go to work". Spending an hour or so a day chugging along at five mph, stopping and starting constantly.

I'm lucky in that where I work is a fairly smooth 15 minute drive. The prospect of timing that by four or five both ways every day would bring about a rapid decline in mental health, much as I love driving my car.

A few years ago, I did have to spend about three hours a day commuting, but at the time I was stuck on the buses. This does actually make it slightly more tolerable, as at least you can read a book or drift off into a daydream. In a car, you have to constantly keep eyes out and your foot on the clutch, which is quite frankly a bit tiring.

In conclusion: I'm writing this to remind myself that while my job may be incredibly dull, it does have some positives.