A couple of weeks of regular driving to work, and there's already a couple of things that annoy...

Lorry drivers... bless 'em and their caffiene-fuelled driving. On the M25 it's not uncommon to find that Driver B, doing a massive 0.01 mph more than Driver A, has decided to slow down the rest of the traffic by spending a good twenty minutes ever-so-slowly inching past so that he'll arrive at his destination a good thirty seconds earlier. To top that though, on the way back today I was treated to the site of Driver A immediately pulling out and re-taking his position ahead...

SUVs... absolutely not designed for small country roads. I got the shock of my life earlier when something last seen at a Monster Truck Rally hove into view. It already had two wheels in the field and I still had to pull into the ditch to get past. Not that the motorways make them any more appealing, it's like driving behind a wall...

On the odd things front meanwhile, if you've driving down the M11 into town you may recall the bottleneck where, for reasons which were probably sensible at the time, the three lanes are squished into two for a mile before they split to dump people onto the North Circular. The morning, as I was negotiating it, a police car barrels past in the shortly-to-be-ending third lane with the siren on. At the end, instead of disappearing into the distance, it then nudged its way into the traffic and, sitting squarely over the white line, proceeded along at 10 under the limit whilst the two lanes of traffic followed along behind. At the split it heading off in the opposite direction to me, with the queue of traffic still bunched behind it. No idea what that was about.

In the amusing department - the delightfully-named Grot Transport of Poland, behind who's bus I found myself the other day.