Typically, in the middle of August, in England, we have torrential rain, lightning & thunder and it's a whole 14 degrees Celsius! I don't know why I am so surprised by this. But, Mother Nature (the bitch) lulled me into a false sense of security early this morning with bright blue skies and sunshine! She put me in a good mood to the point that I was looking forward to the drive to Heathrow Airport to pick up P.
I haven't seen P for over a month and I have missed my favouritest person in the whole wide world so so much. I had to make sure I got there on time so left in plenty of time, like the very well organised person that I am. (Haha, I'm always late these days.... I blame my age, and being an artificial blonde.)
Within seconds, literally seconds, of getting onto the motorway, Mother Nature thought, I know, lets piss her right off and send an entire months worth of rain down in just one hour, followed by a bit of lightning to scare the living crap out of her and shove in a bit of thunder for a laugh.
Well, it must of been highly fucking amusing!
For the first 10 seconds or so, I did wonder why it was so so very dark, but soon realised that my sunglasses were no longer needed. (Yes, yes, I know. Don't even go there!)
Then, it got to the point that my windscreen wipers wouldn't actually go fast enough to clear the windscreen so I could see properly. Trying to pass trucks doing 59mph was all guess work to be honest.
How do I know they were doing 59 mph? Because the little sticker on the back of the trucks said 'I cannot do more than 59 mph'. This was the last thing I could see as I passed them. Couldn't see the road or the cars in front of me, but I could see this little red sticker.
So, I'm now driving pretty much blind on one of Britains busiest motorways and the lightning starts.
Christ Almighty, I nearly wet myself! I was however ready for the thunder that followed. I hate storms unless I am tucked up all safe in my house.
And of course, once the weather is this bad, crazy stuff starts to happen!
OBSTRUCTION IN ROAD
That was the first sign that flashed up. I slowed down as the thought of actually driving into this obstruction worried me slightly. Maybe it was an animal, tyre, cargo from a truck.... No, It was a bloody car! These people had literally abandoned their car in the middle of a motorway slip road! It was orange, so I would have done the same.
My journey just got worse from then on in. I was stationery for quite some time. I was being told to only go at 40 mph (chance would be a fine thing) and was being given a QUEUE CAUTION.
What does that even mean? QUEUE CAUTION? I was being very cautious of the queue, because I was sitting in the fucking thing, not moving. I couldn't be more cautious of the bloody queue!
Then I started to worry when this happened....
What is this little red light doing coming on? Huh?! It usually comes on when the handbrake is on. I know you are thinking, woman driver, not taken the handbrake off properly. My hand brake was not on! Believe me! This little red light continued to be on all the way to Heathrow. I chose to ignore it with the hope it would just go away. It didn't. I think it may be important as it has an exclamation mark in the middle of it and it's red, which signifies danger, I'm sure.
You'll be glad to know that I made it to Heathrow, and back again, with my passenger, in one piece.
And guess what? It's stopped raining and it's now sunny! Cheers for that!