We had zero callers on the road-tax issue but the phones were swamped by the British public confirming their adoration of their pets (and sleeping partners).
Emerged to blistering heat and was so busy reflecting on the eccentric English that I took the wrong turning out of Chelmsford and ended up somewhere near the Dartford tunnel. Luckily I didn’t have my passport on me, as I was sorely tempted to keep going to France. As it was, the journey around the M25 was extremely slow, combined with an M11 awash with fire engines. The radio interview and journey back subsequently took up the entire day, which means using the weekend to catch up on large chunks of work.
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