ROUNDABOUND

While in Amersham, I got reacquainted with all the roundabouts - those Brits don't much like stop signs.  This kept playing in my head.

While awfully European to have ROUNDABOUNDS, they posed quite an obstacle for my running excursions around town.  No matter how much I tried to look the correct (wrong) way for traffic, I felt like I was constantly putting myself in danger when I crossed the street.  They don't have those signs to "look right" like they do in London.  So I tried to remember to look right, then left, then right, but the cars come at you in a very disorientating way since they're on the "wrong" side of the road.  I decided that I could only cross the street if there were absolutely no cars coming from either direction.  This is all fine if I'm just crossing one street, but how are you supposed to cross a roundabound?  Well, I came to the conclusion that you're not.  So my rule became to never cross the street.  If I came to a roundabound, I had to go left.  That actually came in handy for not getting lost, but it also made me go in circles.

THOSE ROUNDABOUNDS.  Correct.  YES, that is what I said!