I encountered one of life's little ironies this morning on my way to work - that's an 18 mile drive from the village in which I live into the main town on my home island. Having left the house at 8 a.m., I wasn't in any hurry so was doing a fairly steady 60 m.p.h. along the road. There were no cars in front and none behind, which is nice after having lived amidst the chaos and confusion of various big city sprawls. Then I spotted a blue car in the rear-view mirror, some way back but approachi...