Ciaran’s Omnipurpose Blog

We were like kids this morning as we peered out of our bedroom window to see whether the Met Office and the very cold night before had lived up to their promise of snow.

We weren’t disappointed. The snow was a couple couple of inches thick. We’d also taken the precaution of getting up at 6am to try to beat the inevitable transport chaos.

It was pretty precarious getting to the station, but it was beautiful.

At Harrow on the Hill Station, two workers were shovelling snow, whilst four stood and watched.

I waited 40 minutes for a train, which was announced as the last train into London for the morning due to a faulty train at Wembley Park. This train was packed and I very nearly didn’t bother getting on. On the way into London, there was a small scuffle in the carriage. People were tired and some were tense.

Coming home wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. This was mainly due to just giving up on the Circle line to get home and just walking part of the way.

Reminds me of the gag: “In Soviet Russia, tractors do not break down. How absurd to think otherwise! How we laugh as we plow the fields with our bare hands”.