Unless you’re fond of a spot of light torture, or really have no alternative, it’s best to pretend the A32 doesn’t exist at the moment.
That means the many of us who live or work in Gosport have found ourselves displaced in recent weeks.
Rather than sit in the solitary confinement of our cars while emergency sewer work gets carried out on this notoriously hellish road, we’re finding new ways to go about our business.
For me that means a 20-minute walk, followed by a rather pleasant trip on the Gosport ferry, a quick train ride and another walk.
Frankly, it’s a bit of a faff but does create more chances for people watching and that can be a real eye-opener.
In particular, my new commute has thrown a spotlight on other people’s breakfast habits.
The thermal cup has been the weary traveller’s friend for a very long time, but I fear it’s slowly being replaced by an altogether unhealthier option.
Now call me old-fashioned, but surely fast food should be an occasional teatime treat? At a push you can get away with indulging in a burger and chips on a Saturday lunchtime.
Yet the time-pushed people of Portsmouth appear to think that drive-thrus are now the perfect place for...breakfast.
One particularly famous favourite (you know, the one with the golden arches and the scary clown) has had a snake of cars waiting at its serving hatch every morning I’ve walked past.
It never fails to amaze me. I mean, how taxing can it be to use the kettle and the toaster in your own kitchen?
No wonder we’ve got an obesity problem if we think that making our own breakfast is just too much like hard work.
We’ve also got a cheek complaining about the credit crunch if we can afford to splash out on luxury treats like this.
I refuse to believe that anyone can be so pushed for time that they must resort to getting someone else to make the simplest meal of the day.
And anyway, if you are in that much of a rush I reckon there are better things to do with your time than sit in a queue of traffic waiting for a meaty, calorie-laden breakfast.