Fuck Me
It's just taken me two and a half hours to get home from work. A very stop-start Tube finally terminated at Archway due to some inconsiderate sod who decided to jump under a train at Finchley Central.
Archway was chaos, and after half an hour - when I witnessed a just-pulling-in 263 (which I would almost certainly have got on) collide with a just-pulling-out 134 (which I'd have got on if I'd been stood in the right place) - I decided to start walking.
Halfway up the hill to Highgate, I managed to get on a 43, which I took all the way to Friern Barnet, followed by a 221 and a 125 to get most of the way home. Only a short walk from Ballard's Lane.
I feel that I am owed the beer I just opened up.
It also helps that my daughter is adorable and my lovely wife is making me roast chicken and mashed potatoes.
Archway was chaos, and after half an hour - when I witnessed a just-pulling-in 263 (which I would almost certainly have got on) collide with a just-pulling-out 134 (which I'd have got on if I'd been stood in the right place) - I decided to start walking.
Halfway up the hill to Highgate, I managed to get on a 43, which I took all the way to Friern Barnet, followed by a 221 and a 125 to get most of the way home. Only a short walk from Ballard's Lane.
I feel that I am owed the beer I just opened up.
It also helps that my daughter is adorable and my lovely wife is making me roast chicken and mashed potatoes.