Home sweet home

Two things that really hit it home that you're back in UK.

We get out of Heathrow in the courtesy bus and hit a traffic jam within 30 seconds. The little stretch of road, maybe half a mile, from Heathrow terminal 1 to junction 4 on M4 took about 15 minutes. "Welcome back home, folks" - as the bus driver said. It reminded me about my dad complaining about the heavy traffic when we came from Hämeenlinna last Sunday which reminded me about traffic on Sundays outside Waitrose. A bit busy but everything is moving. Now motorways around London, they have heavy traffic.

Then getting to my car and driving out of the car park - and immediately needing to slow down because the condition of the road is so poor. For those people fortunate enough not to have experienced British roads, I need to explain that the Brits see nothing wrong with digging a hole in a road and filling it up after the job is done. This is fine. But then the next crew comes along and does the same thing. And the next one. And so on. Until the road looks (and feels) like a mole attack on a golf course, and it's completely disgusting.

Oh well, at least we're back home.