… appears to be the amount of time it takes the average Brit, i.e. me, to learn to look consistently the wrong way when crossing the road in the States. Which is also, curiously enough, the amount of time I actually spent there. Which may in turn explain the number of near-death experiences I encountered while walking to and from the station today. In retrospect, it’s probably a good thing I wasn’t on my bike. And if present trends continue, I should be fit to be allowed out by, ooh, Wednesday week.
Meanwhile, if you do see me stepping confidently out in front of you, do me a favour. Honk. Thanks.