Tuesday, 2 February 2010
It was minus a few degrees this morning and the radio described many a chaotic scene on the Scottish roads. Apart from a brief encounter with a brightly lit up artic today's journeys were uneventful and there was no slithering. On the way home I invested in a tankful of Shell's finest dead dinosaur brew, cheaper by 3p a litre than the same product in another Shell station five miles away in Fife's Kingdom. Economic and commercial anarchy I'd say and without any good reason.