When I finally manage to escape this place (which may be in May, may be next year, may be sooner) I will dance a little happy dance.
Why?
Because I won't have to deal with the A14 for a while (not until the next contract that brings me to the flatlands).
I am sat at my desk, looking over said road and, once again, the traffic is queued due to an accident (just seen a fleet of polis cars go past and an ambulance)