Happy Tube Day

Or put another way, UnHappy Commuter Day. I left my house, usual time. I arrived at work, late. Very late. Infact so late, I nearly met the hoards of people leaving the office to pick up their chicken sandwiches, prêt salads and sushi for lunch.

I had to get three buses, an over ground train and then walk in the rain. I even had the misfortune to be part of a rather distressing and comedic paving slab incident, whereby a shoddy paving job and the lingering rain water under the slab managed to cover both my highly rain adverse footwear, All Star Converse, and splash my new smarter than smart trousers. It felt too hilariously clichéd a moment to be true but alas it was. My Converse, now a dirty mottled grey colour with spots of the original white canvas are going to have to have a bath and even then I’m not liking their chances. Festival footwear, potentially.

Anyway, I hope this makes you feel in some way better about the whole morning, unceremoniously NOT sponsored by Transport For London. I inturn will rejoice in the fact things could’ve been worse. Like in the office’s newest Natalie’s case, the poor thing. Because I could’ve got on the wrong train and ended up in Biggleswade. Yes, Biggleswade. Wherever that is?!

Good luck at 6pm everyone.