A strange thing happened on the way to work

Don't worry, this isn't the start of some sort of stand-up gag.
In the past few years, I have slowed down as a driver. I do not bomb about the place, thrashing the nuts off the engine, anymore. I do occasionally put my toe down a bit, but only if I'm late for something, or if I'm on a long journey on a motorway (and that's because I want to get OFF the motorway as soon as possible).
I know certain people (well, a certain person!) will disagree with that statement, but it is true. For example, normally, when I drive to work, I actually stick to the speed limit. I do not see the need (especially now, with no chuffin' work) to get into the office as quickly as possible, and as the roads are quiet, I normally just enjoy the drive in. This morning however, I had a sudden urge to go really fast. I haven't had that feeling for ages, but it was so weird, about half way through the journey I just wanted to go very quickly. Now I don't want anyone to worry, I didn't spend the rest of the journey at 100mph, but when I could (when the road was empty, and I could see no other cars around etc. etc.) I did put my foot down, and it felt fantastic. I think it's because there are a couple of roads I go down that I am normally sat at 30mph (as its the limit) and just cruise along, but this morning lets say I was 'substantially' faster than that. It was good fun.

So, last day in the office today, and then off to Cornwall tomorrow afternoon. It's gonna be bliss. I just have to get through today with no work and nothing to do and being bored out of my mind again. *sigh*

Soundtrack of the day: "Asleep In The Back" by Elbow & "Five Leaves Left" by Nick Drake.