My train down to Kings Cross stopped at Potters Bar due to ‘a fatality at Finsbury Park’. So I ended up having to cycle from Potters Bar to Cockfosters on my Brompton, which should have been a 6km journey but turned into a 10km ride as I got a wee bit lost and ended up going through The Land That Taste Forgot (aka Hadley Wood). That just left me with a 30 minute tube journey into Chambers in order to be there in time for a conference.
Then on the way back to Kings Cross, the front wheel of my Brompton skidded on a wet manhole cover, and I hit the ground rather hard.
When I got to Kings Cross the train was absolutely packed, and I ended up having to stand for an hour all the way to Cambridge as the blood dripped slowly off my fingers from the cuts on my right hand.
My train down to Kings Cross stopped at Potters Bar due to ‘a fatality at Finsbury Park’. So I ended up having to cycle from Potters Bar to Cockfosters on my Brompton, which should have been a 6km journey but turned into a 10km ride as I got a wee bit lost and ended up going through The Land That Taste Forgot (aka Hadley Wood). That just left me with a 30 minute tube journey into Chambers in order to be there in time for a conference.
Then on the way back to Kings Cross, the front wheel of my Brompton skidded on a wet manhole cover, and I hit the ground rather hard.
When I got to Kings Cross the train was absolutely packed, and I ended up having to stand for an hour all the way to Cambridge as the blood dripped slowly off my fingers from the cuts on my right hand.
FML.