Let’s talk about the psychological toll. Driving in London means constant stress. You’re weaving through buses, cyclists who think they’re in the Tour de France, and pedestrians who step out without looking. Your blood pressure goes up faster than the congestion charge.
Then there’s the road rage. Oh, you’ll curse. A lot. You’ll curse the guy in the BMW who cuts you off, the taxi driver who stops suddenly, and the delivery van blocking the bus lane. By the time you reach your destination, you’ll need a stiff drink.
And let’s not forget the time cost. A 5-mile journey can take an hour during rush hour. That’s an hour of your life you’ll never get back, listening to Eddie Mair on Radio 4 while you inch forward like a snail on sedatives.
