Grey day at Les Amarreurs

Dull, dull, dull and now blowing a hoolie again! I cannot believe we are already half way through January! Where does the time go?

I was thinking today, as I sat in yet another traffic jam, why does the world seem to be in such an inexorable rush all the time? Once we all eventually get to where we are going, what then? What is the point of rushing everywhere? I can't help thinking that we must all be missing so much along the way.
I think that's another good thing about blip - it makes you stop, look around you and appreciate what you see.