Just taken me 2 and a half hours to do my 25 miles to work (on a bike). To say ive had enough of my most hated road in the entire world (and its occupants) would be a very large understatement. One of those long car transporters caught fire just after potters bar on the anti-clockwise and effectively ruined everyone’s day. To top it off I got a slow puncture, then lost trying to go round the back way to Hemel, where I ended up in High Barnet and then back at Enfield where I left the motorway. Hot, sticky, pissed off and aching like a bi-atch. I think its time to start looking for work back in the other hell hole.