Sometimes my job is enthralling and engaging. Sometimes it's too busy when it's being enthralling, and I don't get a chance to enjoy it (much like Arthur Dent, who didn't want to die with a headache cause when he got to Heaven he'd be all cross and wouldn't enjoy it). On a very few occasions, it's deathly dull. Yesterday I drove to Andover, a two hour journey each way, with London traffic, and I packed leaflets for four hours. Sometimes the leaflet packing is a great opportunity to arrange my thoughts - some of my best ideas (both for posts and for solutions to work problems) have come while I've been doing something boring.
The drive from the M25 is even more boring than the leaflet packing. So I decided to count roadkill. I managed to sight 5 different species, namely a pair of dead foxes, a hedgehog, a rabbit, a deer and a crow, the last four within a mile stretch of the M3. The odd thing is, I don't remember seeing any other dead animals on that stretch of road before. Perhaps it's something to do with Spring?
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