I’m back, and I’m pissed off. This last week I’ve been in Germany and France, but before I went there I drove home from Manchester to South Wales, a journey of 190 miles.
Should have taken me about 3 and a half hours, yet for some reason it took me 14 hours!
That’s right, because the whole of the Midlands were flooded the M50 and the M5 were shut. Not delayed, or slow moving, shut.
Plus the roads surrounding the area were all shut. This meant that at around 8:00pm Friday night I came to an abrupt halt, and stayed there all frickin’ night until the next morning, when I got home at 8:00am.
Were there signs to say it was shut? No, the road signals were fucking useless. Yes, I’ve resorted to hardcore swearing now.
If it weren’t for local BBC Hereford and Worcester I wouldn’t know what the hell was going on. Big shout to them, they were excellent.
The whole of the M5 was stood still, as people switched off their engines, their lights and went to bloody sleep. I couldn’t believe it. Only in the UK.
Then, when I eventually did get home at 8:00am I had a shower and a shave then got straight back in the car and drove to Germany, where I arrived at 2:00am Sunday morning.
No sleep for 2 nights, that’s hardcore… and I seriously wish I hadn’t bothered.