A letter to Loki

(Yes, I know Loki is the Norse god of mischief, but, searching for a rationale for my recurring misfortunes on the roads in and around Birmingham, I've come to the conclusion that his current manifestation is as the God of Motorway Diversions. The bastard.)

Come on! I get, completely, the false sense of security established by my driving from the centre of Birmingham all the way to the M6 without mishap. So I can't be surprised that I was due for a fall. Then sending me the wrong way up the M6 for the second time in as many months last Sunday was damn annoying, but frankly this repeated use of those roadworks is getting monotonous. You need to up your game or the whole pantheon is going to be taking the proverbial.

Admittedly the 15-mile diversion at junction of the M42 was a new one which nearly set my satnav along the road to irritable bowel syndrome and me into a near-miss panic attack, and one which resulted in an exceptionally late night. But all in all I'm disappointed. Let's see if you can do better on my trip to New York next month.

I've been wondering why you have it in for me. All I can come up with is the Thor T-shirt I wore in the early 70s. And it's taken you 40 years to react? ...must be a whole lot of people on your list!