29th October 2019
Today was the day I had to collect my passport. It was a fine day, and filled with anticipation I set off to Cribbs Causeway.
The traffic was light, I had left it till the rush hour was over.
I drove towards the interchange ready to head south on the M5, but horror! the exit to was closed. I had nowhere to go, I was committed, and I was being forced to go north. That is me, and ten thousand other drivers.
I immediately joined a three lane traffic jam.
The next exit was about six miles away.
Progress was slow, painfully slow, and my fuel situation was grave, as I had planned to fill up at Cribbs.
I was watching the needle on the fuel gauge drop.
Thinking through my options, running out of fuel was not one of them. The thought of pushing this heavy bastard to the hard shoulder was not on my list.
Michael’s wood Service station was about nine miles away, and I had enough fuel to get there.
So I filtered into the outside lane, which was moving a bit faster, and left the congestion behind.
A quick splash and dash and I had the head for the Gloucester exit. From there it was all downhill to get my passport.
The long line of traffic was still there as I zoomed past, and by the time I reached the interchange, the exit was now open.
Sucks to be the last car that had to take the diversion.
The rest of the journey went smoothly, I was handed my passport, and I hurriedly checked that they had stuck the visa into it, they had, thank goodness.
The evening was so good, no anxiety or stress (bloody hell I’m sounding like an American)
and I celebrated with a bottle of locally brewed ale, no expense spared.
Another Lifetime to go 