Flow

On the way to meet Diana and her dogs for coffee and walkies, I passed through Finchleys East, West and Central, and the usual 'driving to get across the road' type traffic.
Today, it was like being on an ice skating rink; cars slowly circled, went backwards, wove around each other gracefully, interrupted each other's flow, stopped at the sides blocking progress, halted abruptly without warning in the middle and, I swear, figure-8-ed too. This is typical suburban traffic flow; everyone does everything apart from driving forwards in a straight line!