more tube travails today. this is certainly not the my first tube rant, and unlikely to be my last. the northern line was entirely shut down due to a strike, and is likely to stay closed through the weekend. which means that i had to walk an hour to work in the rain (something I *won’t* be able to do after we move office this weekend). the fun just never stops sometimes. (I hear what you’re thinking already – why didn’t i catch a bus? well, i would have… if even *one* stinking bus had come past in the hour long slog up the high street! if i’d waited for a bus, lemme tell ya, i’d still be waitin’)

i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again: the tube is the most poorly run public service i’ve ever had the misfortune to use. it’s a lottery – you buy your ticket, and you take your chances. what kind of way is that for a city to operate, i ask? “Hmmm, I just spent £2.60… do I feel lucky today?” And don’t get me started on the cost, since they’re raising the fare yet again in the new year.

only 23 more weeks – this little countdown has become my daily mantra. i have been trying to convince myself that it will pass really really quickly. only 2 weeks until we go to visit my family in the states. once we come back, it’ll be the runup to the holiday season and christmas break. after new years it’s only a short while until easter. and after easter, it’ll be all downhill from there! these are the little games I play to get myself out of bed some mornings.

i wish i could think of something positive or witty to say about all this chaos, but i’m wet and my feet hurt. maybe tomorrow on my walk into work, i’ll have time to ponder it.

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