Then came the news: “Lanes now open.” It sounded like a bell ringing in a silent church. Engines roared to life. A thousand indicators blinked in unison.
The police incident was resolved. No one will say what it was. Maybe it was a cat. Maybe it was a very important briefcase. The mystery makes it better.
Traffic crawled at first. Like a sleepy giant waking up. Then, a slow trickle. Then, a flood. Freedom! Sort of. You were still stuck in a metal box, but at least the box was moving.
Lessons from the Jam
What did we learn? First, always keep snacks in the car. Smart people keep biscuits. Geniuses keep a full roast chicken.
Second, the police are legends. They dealt with whatever weirdness happened. Respect. They probably also had to calm down a man named Dave who was late for golf.
Third, the M25 is a living thing. It has moods. When it’s angry, we all suffer. When it’s happy, we forget. Until next time.
