20th June 25. A Simple Day

Today is one of those days that a simple job. Taken because it's Friday and I like to get finished at noon or close as possible to it.

But it just doesn't go to plan as required.

The day started as a normal collection from the prep centre in Leighton Buzzard. But today the car was blocked in by around 20 cars and I had to wait for help to dig it out. Of course, then it was dirty. So had to wait until it was cleaned. All the time trying to avoid the staff in the photo area and one in particular as I have mentioned before.

Once I exited the site I still needed to add fuel as the car was on zero miles range. So I limped to Morrisons the nearest fuel station and put the little fuel needed to get me to SE28 In London. A Journey which at first seemed easy but as it gets later on a Friday always starts to snarl up as the day goes on.

I reached the address eventually after the heavy traffic around the M1, M25 and across the Dartford Bridge. From there it was pretty easy to find the road I was looking for.

Leighton Buzzard to SE28.

That simplicity drained away fast. I needed no 8 . There were sign's everywhere on the street from 24 to 328. Each sign with a group of numbers at the beginning of each branch off the main road. But all the same names road.

No number 8. Calling the customer didn't help because he didn't even know where no 24 was. The smallest number I could find. And was parked next to.

I've always been good with numbers and maths, or math as the smart arses call it now. But finding a number on a road smaller than 24 was proving difficult.

After much driving around. Leaving the car and walking. I noticed on the spur road up the the actual street address. There were a few houses. With a man outside scratching his head. This was obviously the customer. Turns out some bright spark at the council decided to start numbering the houses before the actual street address started.

You can see the problem below

Anyway. Car handed over to a man who not only looked confused and disinterested. He couldn't remember what car or colour it was. Thankfully his wife turned up and all was well in the world again.

Signed and delivered I decided to run out of that road quickly and summon an Uber to get to Abbey Wood Station onto one of the new rail lines named after anything that's not white or male related. To London bridge and the safety of the Jubilee line and finally the comfort of Baker Street the change from the Jubilee line to the Baker Street was eerily quiet. But out of Baker Street to

The pleasant walk to Marylebone Station. To get the Aylesbury train home.

Finally getting home just before the big rush but not before it got busy.

Friday travelling is ok because of the people. It's not quite civilian weekend time. But usually rude obnoxious don't get out your way types. These I have no sympathy for and just steam through like they don't exist . Just like they are trying to do to me.

Good luck 🤞🏻

Weekend off