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Here’s an account of one of my recent days in the life of Muness. It’s the day I came back from the deep south with its nasty traffic jams, fumes and travel news that tells you about the vast snarl ups on the motorway. It always tells you either just before you reach world's biggest jam or immediately after you’ve passed the only other possible route… Then of course you are stuck for ages visualising your ferry leaving Aberdeen without you being on it……

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was early.
Found my keys and grabbed the Mac
Backed the car in seconds flat
Found my way down the road and sat in a jam,
and the radio spoke and I went into a dream……

I heard the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And everyone has a traffic jam
They had to count them all
Now they know how many jams it takes to fill the M65.
I'd love to turn off this road…..



That’s why I prefer living here.

We had a traffic jam here on Saturday – about 60 sheep in the road with 1 car waiting. But at least the sheep move faster than the motorway traffic. They don’t try to cut in at the last minute just before the traffic cones start leaving everyone else fuming at their selfishness.

Nasty south traffic – brings out the worst in serene little me.