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The day after
Tuesday, October 29th, 2013 10:25 amAfter yesterday’s brouhaha, getting in to the office this morning was a breeze (ho ho), though I understand that not everyone had a simple commute as Greater Anglia still haven’t got their act together on some lines.
I left work early yesterday – I was gone by 16.30 despite being horribly late in the morning. The number of people in the office was very low, so there was not a huge amount going on. At the same time, the same Greater Anglia mentioned above had managed to replace their usual 15-20 or so trains an hour during the rush, with one and hour.
One.
Even with the reduced number of commuters out and about, this was never going to be enough. I know that there are numerous reports of devastation: fallen trees and such, but from what I saw, it was relatively light over all, with the occasional really nasty incident. By and large, it all seemed to be something of an overreaction to the forecast and subsequent storm.
Anyway, Furtle and I made our way home on the Central Line. We took the Victoria to Oxford Circus and then, because the Central is nearly always rammed, we went west for three stops to Lancaster Gate, switched platforms, got a seat and went back east to Gants Hill, where we hopped on a bus. Very civilised and we were back home by 18.00.
In other news, one of the concrete cows from the pub roof outside the office is missing. I would have loved to have seen that flying through the air at the height of the storm.
I left work early yesterday – I was gone by 16.30 despite being horribly late in the morning. The number of people in the office was very low, so there was not a huge amount going on. At the same time, the same Greater Anglia mentioned above had managed to replace their usual 15-20 or so trains an hour during the rush, with one and hour.
One.
Even with the reduced number of commuters out and about, this was never going to be enough. I know that there are numerous reports of devastation: fallen trees and such, but from what I saw, it was relatively light over all, with the occasional really nasty incident. By and large, it all seemed to be something of an overreaction to the forecast and subsequent storm.
Anyway, Furtle and I made our way home on the Central Line. We took the Victoria to Oxford Circus and then, because the Central is nearly always rammed, we went west for three stops to Lancaster Gate, switched platforms, got a seat and went back east to Gants Hill, where we hopped on a bus. Very civilised and we were back home by 18.00.
In other news, one of the concrete cows from the pub roof outside the office is missing. I would have loved to have seen that flying through the air at the height of the storm.