A time to worry?

Well, things have been somewhat slow. We have carried out a few grandparent duties as planned but with our daughters' independent streak, the requirement has been less than anticipated and so we have now left Staffordshire and our daughter with foot still in plaster, for warmer climes, ie. Somerset. Over the last few weeks there has been a short series on TV about the "Eddie Stobart" trucking company, with both of us having a passing interest in trucks, we have watched several episodes. We were told, in one of the programmes, that on average a "Stobart" truck will be seen every four minutes. Well, something is clearly amiss. Last week, we made a brief shopping trip to Belgium and back by coach, none stop, in 16 hours. During that long, mind numbing, butt crunching, night and day of relentless motorway travel we only saw about 25 Stobart trucks, but who's counting. Today we began our journey at 09:30 am. We travelled non stop, by motorway for 140 miles until 12:05 pm. Now I don't want to be alarmist, but we only saw ten Stobart trucks. What's going on? Have I really become that sad? No....I just need to get out more, Now then, where did I put my anorak?