A sense of regret

I was listening to The Writers Almanac in the car today while driving home on the M50.

It is dark now at 5 PM and the roads are jammed with cars trying to get home along the motorway. The motorway is a big building site now so traffic moves even slower than it did before.

So a soothing few minutes of Garrison Keillor was just great.

It made me remember something that happened a few weeks ago.

I was at a training course with some colleagues at a hotel a little outside the city. A colleague suggested that he, I and another colleague could all car pool for obvious reasons.

It was a good idea and a nice gesture on his part.

I remember he had "The Writers Almanac" on in his car when we met in the morning at 7 AM, but the volume was down very low and it was impossible to hear. I think he turned it off shortly afterwards.

At the end of the afternoon when the course was over we all jumped in the car and again he switched on the radio and then switched on The Writers Almanac.

I remember feeling a little giddy, not sure why really, and distinctly remember taking the mickey out of the presenter's voice.

He switched it off again.

Nothing more was said about it really since then.

I do regret that I did that. It was daft.

I have since discovered what a charm that little daily podcast is.

p.s. Interesting article about Garrison Keillor on Slate here.