Hole In The Ground
December 6th 2007 Thursday 25th October 07
Twenty miles of nose to tail, grindingly slow traffic is not what you want when heading to the airport to catch a flight. But this is what the M25 dished up me as I left England. I felt that either this country did not want me to leave or that my last hours here were to be sheer agony. This feeling hadn't been helped by Kevin my son getting a flat tyre before picking me
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