Hot
OK—-that’s it. I’m officially fed up of the hot weather. It would be fine if I could just laze around with a cool drink in my hand, but working, commuting and clearing out dusty shelves and cupboards is decidedly not fun in these kinds of temperatures.
All this week, my commute has been disrupted by bending or broken rails. Leaving aside the question of why Network Rail seems to use a metal with a melting point of 30 deg Celsius (perhaps Cadbury makes the rails for them at Bournville?), cramming a lot of hot, sticky and—-above all—-late commuters on to trains and platforms does not make for happy customers.
On Thursday, I abandoned the train at New Street Station because it was clear I wasn’t going to get much further very quickly, and tried to head out of the station to catch a bus. I left the platform by the escalators, and there were so many people on the concourse at the top, that there was a cartoon pile-up. People stepping off the escalator had nowhere to go but to crash into the backs of those in front of them. Ah, what fun!
