Ask not whether you will miss the traffic ...

... but whether the traffic will miss you.

First Motor Accident. Side-swiped by HGV, who did not stop. Evil bastard. Am fine, but shaken. Car is fine, but dented (and sans wing mirror, side-trim, left headlight). Am drinking Archers straight*, which should give you some indication of the state of my nerves.

Yay Highways Agency. They took time out from setting up cones to come and retrieve me from the central reservation (though I had actually scuttled back across to the hard shoulder) and were comforting and sensible and constructive.

*well, not quite. It's in a glass.