If one is to believe all the folks I encountered commuting today, and the Evening Standard, then London suffered some sort of cataclysim yesterday and someone is going to pay.
6 million people didn't go to work for a day? What happened? Erm... they didn't go to work. There were a couple of fatal accidents (I bet that involved people GOING TO WORK) but otherwise nobody suffered too much. 99.9999999999% of everyone has made it through to another day and most of them happier for the snow.
Sure today's journey to work was... interesting. But even though my journey took 75% more time than usual I still made it in on time. How? Because I plan for these sort of eventualities, no need to moan about it. That's life.
On the train home (which arrived as advertised and was busy but no more so than when there are even a couple of minutes of delays on a normal day) people were moaning about how come this country goes to pot over a little bit of snow. Erm... it's not the whole country, just the south east and we go to pot because it's an event, not a normal occurrence.
Best news stories today were about "pavements in residential streets not cleared" (erm, if the residents were so concerned why didn't they go out and clear the path outside their own property???) and people falling down the stairs at Waterloo station (with pictures showing none of the "unfortunate victims" were even bothering to use the hand rail provided, idiots). Really folks, it was only a bit of fun. Relax. It's nearly over... which is soooo sad.
I watched the snow starting to melt outside my window at work today and felt the same thing I feel everytime a snow day comes to an end... sadness. This brilliant column by Simon Jenkins pretty much sums up my feelings about the last couple of days.
Tomorrow everything will return to normal and life shall be all the worse for it.
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