Born to be mild

It's been a bad day .. take a bow the M62!

A lorry fire at junction 11 meant a two and a half hour drive just for the pleasure of turning around at Warrington because I was hopelessly late for the meeting.

And it's not like the M62 views are particularly attractive around the Eccles interchange. Nor driving nose-to-tail at 2mph much fun.

Even on the way back the traffic slowed to gawp at the accident on the other side of the carriageway. Why? Were they hoping to see bodies?

(Although the lorry did seem to be carrying crates of beer. Hope they weren't ruined)

Plus 2 and a half hours is a long time for a middle aged man who had drunk quite alot of tea before setting off.

So, Birch Service Station and that funny half walk /half John Cleese run to the loos ... where something pleasant awaited.

Not a desperate trucker but some rather pungent toilet block in the urinals (I know, but I don't get out much).

They smelled just like Playdough. Which made me all mellow for schooldays. Playdough was the stuff little kids started on but then graduated to Plasticene.

Although every piece of Plasticene finished up a muddy brown colour... in a strange twist exactly the same colour as the landscape around the M62.

By the time I was back in the car I was almost calm. Almost.