Forty-three years ago this month, Man first set foot upon the Moon. The distance travelled was approx. 240,000 miles.
At 11 a.m. today, my daughter set off from Westcliff to drive the 91 miles home to Olney, in Buckinghamshire. (Normally a 1 3/4 hour journey.) Thanks to disruption on the M1, she arrived home at 3.15 p.m. (You do the math.)
My wife walked out of her office in Hoxton at 7 p.m. this evening to find that the bus she normally catches to Fenchurch Street Station was, (due to 'staff shortages') terminating at Shoreditch. (Staff shortages when we have 2.6 million people unemployed? Hmmm.) So she trudged through the rain and eventually got to Fenchurch Street to discover that all trains were diverted via Liverpool Street. So she trudged back through the rain to Liverpool Street. It's now 9.30 and she's still not home.
Isn't progress wonderful?