At the risk of making myself sound like a shirker, it can sometimes feel as if the hardest part of my working day is getting to and from work in the first place. Having signed myself up for commutes from Retford to Nottingham, I was never naïve to the fact that my journeys to the office would be slightly trickier than those of my city colleagues, who can take a leisurely stroll or quick bus ride in.

Yet the sheer carnage I'm sometimes met with on the dreaded A614 has often proved to be beyond my wildest expectations. If I've sometimes worked until late in the evening and I'm driving back home on inevitably quiet roads, I've been able to complete my commute in as little as 45 minutes.

So on the particularly crazy days, why has it sometimes taken me as long as an hour and a half to get back? Three words -

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