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...then it's back to work, A-G-...A-I-N.
So of course, the Northern Line welcomed me with no Bank trains on the High Barnet branch, and a ten-minute wait for the next train at Euston (after watching one pull out of the platform just as I got to it). Add to that idiot drivers and cyclists at pedestrian crossings, dropped coins, people who can't be bothered to tell me that they've released some of my work in my absence, and a totally mind-numbing morning, and I'm well and truly back.
So of course, the Northern Line welcomed me with no Bank trains on the High Barnet branch, and a ten-minute wait for the next train at Euston (after watching one pull out of the platform just as I got to it). Add to that idiot drivers and cyclists at pedestrian crossings, dropped coins, people who can't be bothered to tell me that they've released some of my work in my absence, and a totally mind-numbing morning, and I'm well and truly back.
