Last year, if you recall, we uprooted our lives and moved 65 miles south into Angelborough in order to shorten my husband’s commute. He was spending a minimum of an hour each way driving to work.
Now we’re here, and he’s about ten miles away from his job (as, indeed, we are from everything else) and he’s been reveling in the short commute. Life is good!
Right. It takes my Patient Husband one hour to bike to work.
Tell me again: Why did we move?