Slow...Slow...Quick-Quick (as if!)...Slooooow
We were heading northwest for a funeral. A four hour journey. Correction, it would have been a four hour journey but was closer to five. First, roadworks on the M1 reduced our speed to 50mph... as if! 50mph would have been luxurious, but when you are crawling, nose to tail, then anything above 10mph is heaven.
Driving on the M6 was relative luxury, but motorways are stress-laden, so the cross country A41 would be a better bet.
But it was tractor drivers' home time... every single tractor.
Then I realised, this was life's training course for following the hearse.
- Category: General / Misc
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Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
Maybe this is in poor taste :-(
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Christopher almost 7 years ago
Not at all, Neville. I've traveled in the wake of enough hearses (all four of my grandparents, among others) to know where you're coming from. The worst thing is to have to travel such a long way to the funeral. Been there too (had a five hour drive to two of my grandparents' funerals).
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Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
Thanks both. I was a bit worried that stuff combining humour and death might be rather poor taste. But now the sad excursion is going to be a mini series as so many things prompted drabbles!
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Christopher almost 7 years ago
Can't wait!
