Isn't it nice when things just work?

I set out for a rehearsal around 7; no Archers cos we can't get the radio code thingy to work. The roads were full of - we must assume - stressy middle-aged rush-hour tail-enders, in a bad mood at day's end, impatient in their big Audis and Volvos. One of them I quite a dislike to my failure to race both towards and away from a traffic light. You see these cars twitching in their eagerness to overtake and hare off up the road and think, really, what's the point? Surprising as it may be to those who know how prominently cars have figured in my life, I don't think I'd like at all having to use a car every day. But if I did have to, I think I'd gladly stay at work an extra hour or two and have the road to myself...

... on which point, after rehearsal that went reasonably well I thought, I drove home again. The roads were clear, the sky was clear, the car was humming contentedly (erm... ok...) and it all went wonderfully. Even the uphill-round-a-corner reversing into the garage went better than I can remember. Couldn't have asked for more. Simple things, eh?

[This is of course the point where I find out that I ran over some innocent little shrew or something]

Erm, anyway, no point to this post really. Hope everyone's feeling groovy. Incidentally the title is a rather blatant Honda rip-off, which may be because I think the new Civic is really cool :)