I have to get a new Season Ticket the other day as the current one had stopped working. I joked that it was because of the cold. “Wrong sort of cold” the ticket guy joked.
Alas, despite the fact that the UK has fairly predictable weather really, Network Rail still hasn’t worked out how to not have the points freeze. I’ve been late every day this week due to points failures, signal failures, cancellations. I’m starting to see why people drive so much (now that I can). Of course, none of these delays are ever mentioned on the local news, as it seems that they don’t classify it as a delay if it’s under an hour. My journey from Reading to Paddington should that 25 minutes. It was an hour and five today.
It is a little bouncy and there are some noises I’m going to have to get used to, but it’s all good. It’s already been run down to Fawley and back (to my folks’ place), round to a friend’s house (eventually, it’s like a warren where they live), and back to my place. So I’ve now done driving parents around, driving in the dark with company, driving in the dark solo, and parking in supermarkets. Just need to remember to turn my headlights on when it’s dark (I only went about 200m before realising) and get a road atlas, ice scraper, breakdown cover, etc.
Will upload photo tonight (if I can be bothered).
It’s that time of year when my body cries “Enough!” and starts to shut down on me due to working late/stress/staying up until a quarter to three watching Battlestar Galactica, so have nasty cold, but am throwing everything I’ve got at it to be healthy for Christmas/pass-out. I think this Sudafed might have caffeine in it…
I stumbled upon the tail-end of a fracas on the way to work this morning. There was a bike lying in the middle of a zebra crossing, a BMW pulled up just after, and two men being held apart on the pavement. A shame to have missed it. (No-one was injured).
This week was going to we spent out of the house, doing fun things. It got off to a good start yesterday with a free night of dancing courtesy of Ceroc. Tonight it was the turn of the Punkscience guys to entertain me. Alas they hadn’t banked on public transport in London. I left the office with plenty of time to spare, but got to the tube station (after being bashed into by someone leaving their office and not checking no-one was walking along the pavement before blustering out) to find the Central Line jammed. Walked down to Holborn to find they had two whole barriers open. Someone tried to push me through one, which wasn’t so helpful considering that particular barrier wasn’t accepting paper tickets.
I did manage to get a seat on the tube when it finally arrived, so got a bit of knitting done as it stop-started to my destination. Unfortunately I got there just as Punkscience was scheduled to start. I figured I might as well get out and maybe do a bit of Xmas shopping. Even this was not simple. The oaf sitting next to me was resting his fat arm on the seat, on top of my headphones, so that as I stood up the headphones were ripped from my ears, and the ipod, flinging the ipod to the floor. I didn’t get an apology, this is London after all. The shops were a bust, but they did have Tesco, Sainsbury’s and Waitrose in very close proximity, but they just made me hungry so I came home, eventually, after waiting another 15 minutes for a tube to turn up and having to deal with tourists <shudder>.