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God, the weather has changed for the worse again... and just when I was getting used to the daily cycle to work. Not only was I saving a fortune in petrol, I was also getting some much needed exercise. Unfortunately it's back to four wheels for as long as the rain lasts and how long that's going to be is anybody's guess. As luck would have it I listened to the weather forecast this morning and immediately swapped the bicycle clips for the car keys. Twenty minutes later I was sitting in my car on the road to nowhere, wishing I hadn't skipped breakfast.

So I sat there, thinking to myself - what kind of life is this anyway... I mean every day I sit in the car, then I work, then I sit in the car again. Every weekend I sit in the car, I shop, then I sit in the car again and then guess what, for relaxation I sit in the car, visit the mother in law and then sit in the car again. Then it happened, the traffic started to move, but that wasn't all. In my head other wheels had also started to turn, the kernel of an idea started to take root in my mind, it was so obvious I was amazed I hadn't thought of it before. As we continue to spend more time in our cars daily without actually getting anywhere it was only a matter of time before starving motorists were ready for Car Cookin'!

I could see it all clearly now, with a few minor adjustments that I'm sure research and development could handle, we could have mini microwaves, back seat BBQ (for cabriolets) and there was even a health angle for the marketing dept., Car Cookin - Put a Grill in your Boot and Lose your Spare Tyre". I was excited, at last a way to impress the boss and finally get out of the complaints dept. L
uckily he was in his office, I could see his eyes glaze over as I told him my idea, every detail. When I finished he looked at me sadly and told me it would never catch on because after the election the roads would be finished and people would once again be able to make it to their local Applegreen and therefore would have no need to cook in the car.

I won't deny I was upset. For one fleeting moment it occurred to me he might take the idea, use it and then take the credit himself. It wouldn't be the first time I had that feeling, but then I suppose I shouldn't complain, I mean who am I going to complain to?