This morning's commute and other commuting stories

here's a bit of therapy -
Left about 9.30 to do a bit of shopping. Madness. There must have been ten people at the bus stop just down the road - you know, the one outside Stewart Lee's house - and I had to move slightly to one side to get past them.
There was no one in the greengrocers and Whole Food Market was deserted. Like something from a Hollywood movie. Back outside there were at least another ten people at the bus stop on Stamford Hill and getting past again required nifty footwork.
There was a strange air of fear and paranoia in Morrisons and the same in Sainsbury's. I was glad to get back home. I tried to nap but it wasn't easy, thinking about the carnage and anger out there. I dropped off eventually and had some samosas when I woke up.