Life, so it is tritely said, is all about the journey. In which case, the opposite of life is commuting, which is an unloved necessity that cannot be over soon enough.
For the most part, a good commute is one which involves more sitting than standing, and more time on the move than stationary. That’s not always how it goes though.
My morning commute – from Berkhamsted to west London – has a saving grace, however, which counters any other aggravation.
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