Singing

Driving to work this morning I was sat in a queue of traffic, as usual, on that bit of Ackworth/Mill Hill Road that goes past the death camp hospital and brings you out by that Chinese Restaurant (Fried roach in batter is their speciality). Traffic is always bad there. It takes me about 10 minutes to travel the 8 miles there then 20 minutes to travel the 1 mile from there to work. Not that I mind usually because it means I get to listen to the radio a little bit longer or to my MP3 player. (Today it was the turn of the MP3 player, more of that later)

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