Having found myself sitting in a car driving for more hours then is recommended I started to once again muse on this one.

Did I have a choice about driving half the length of the country and back in a couple days, with the prospect of a saggy double bed in the middle of them?

If I did – then why was I doing it – and if I didn’t then perhaps I should just drive over the next bridge.

Nobody will convince that God or the gods or any other spiritual being was sitting up in the sky playing with me like a chess piece. That I had been plucked out of my comfortable home and placed in a tin box for hours on end.

So why was I doing it? Because of particular family circumstances, because of whom I am and how I react to those circumstances, because of my upbringing and family and society’s expectations. Nobody told me to do it. I could have stayed at home. But then I would have felt that I was doing the wrong thing. I would have been miserable as a result, and would have ended up going down the following weekend.

Do I have free will not to go?

Given those exact same circumstances, with the same knowledge and same experience, will I always choose the same option? Why should I not – I did not toss a coin to decide in the first place, I thought it though. If it happens again, I might change my mind, but that is with the benefit of more knowledge, so the scenario has changed.

Okay – where is that bridge? No – I cannot do that, I have to go down to the South Coast again in a couple of weeks time…..

cariad