My experiences with motorised transport have been somewhat mixed of late. What I had imagined as a pleasant, sunny weekend popping to Montpellier in the south of France to watch Lee play in the Heineken Cup semi-final, turned into an epic coach journey, traffic-cursed and plagued with sleet, snow, drizzle and ‘les travaux’. The only thing that provided a sunny disposition was the happy result.
Meanwhile, in the car in Wales, the problem wasn’t so much clouds, but my head being in them. Driving to the studios, my seatbelt warning signal kept pinging at me. It was intermittent as if there were a fault, rather than repetitive, as if someone were not strapped in. Irritated, I assumed it needed fixing. Then the penny dropped – or should I say the bag. Yes, my overloaded handbag, was overloading the passenger seat. So bulging was it, that the car thought it might be a small passenger. I felt silly. But it did create some office laughs.