doubt it
just thinking of my commute, I have to.
Negotiate out of my very tight and awkward drive.
Drive out through the village (A Cornish village) so the road is just about big enough for one car and if you meet someone else you have to decide who’s going to reverse to the nearest passing spot, dodging all the emmets (holiday makers) walking behind you when you’re trying to reverse!
Drive along country lanes for 20 miles, looking out for, deer, foxes, badgers, tractors, slow Emmets, slow HGV’s, twats driving too fast along very twisty roads, fallen trees, mud on the roads from tractors, etc
Negotiate getting on and off Torpoint (google it) ferry obeying the hand signals of the loaders telling you where to go on the ferry, or negotiate the Tamar bridge with its mental toll plaza.
Then finally drive the 2 miles through city traffic in Plymouth to my work and negotiate the security barrier and park.
A VERY tall order for 4 years time!
So I say Bolloxs
Biting the hand that feeds IT
