Traffic jams starting to annoy me now.

Driving to work in the morning is relatively easy. Coming down past Holes Bay, arriving into Poole and looking at the yachts and boats moored up in the bay is strangely theraputic first thing in the morning. Just aswell considering the car-fest five minutes previous to this part of the journey.

Just by the Mountbatten Arms roundabout, I get stuck in these massive traffic jams which are a pain in the backside - not so much because they’re long, moreso because it messes with my head.

You see, there’s two lanes of dead slow traffic, and recently I’ve come to the conclusion that, no matter how much I think about it logically, illogically, bluffing, double-bluffing, or by purely taking a chance - I constantly 800% of the time without fail - manage to pick the lane of traffic that is going slowly than a disabled snail on a wheelchair with arthritis.

Pain.