I do a lot of commuting in my line of work, so without the trusty M4 motorway my job would be quite difficult.

But, the more I drive on the motorway,  the more I find myself disbelieving a few of the outrageous things I’ve seen over the last few weeks – and I’m not just talking about the price of the motorway service area sandwich!

There’s the tailgater, the one person whose journey is so much more important that everyone else’s, who insists on driving so close to your rear end you can no longer see their number plate!

Why does this action wind me up so much?

Is it the fact that if I had to stop suddenly…there is no way that they would?

Another favourite last week is when I leave enough room between me and the car in front as we’re about to turn off at a junction . . . which some people see as an invitation to bomb up the outside lane and squeeze into at the last moment with less than 100 yards to go before we turn off!

That’s it. I’m going to start catching the bus . . .