The M6

One of the worst things about living in this part of the country is being so reliant on the M6. Yes, I *know* I could take the train, but in my line of work when I am in a different place every day, it’s impractical, so shutup.

Anyway. The M6. I thought I knew what traffic jams were when I lived in Kent and was a slave to the M25. Nooooo. No. No, sireee. The true evil is the M6.

This morning I sat for 5 hours (yes, 5 hours) in stationary traffic just north of junction 10 (Willenhall) on the M6. I have no idea why. The sign said the motorway was shut at jn12. No explanation why.

I completely missed my meeting in Crewe. I nearly dozed off twice and in the end got my laptop out and did some emails. This is madness.

I thought that having the M6 toll road (where you pay

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