Run, Harry, Run!

Once again I've been led a merry dance from platform to platform at London Bridge train station. Arriving at Platform 1 on a service from Cannon St, I crossed to Platform 4 to catch my onward train. When it arrived it was already packed, and after everyone piled on it left resembling a sardine can, an experience I decided to forgo. A little while later my next train option was announced - back on Platform 1.

See Harry. See train. See Harry run. Run Harry, Run!

Other than that, my journey back to my London digs was much less eventful than yesterday. We were rocking along as usual last night when suddenly something started clanking around under the train. We had either run over an object, or a piece of the train had fallen off. Either way it sounded large and metallic, striking the underside of the train a dozen times with floor vibrating clangs.

The was a nervous titter around the carriage when I remarked to the lady opposite "that's not a reassuring sound." When she replied "I hope it's not the brakes," a worried silence fell over us all. Soon after the train started to slow as we approached my station, and with people visibly relaxing I disembarked and transferred to a bus for the rest of my journey.

The bus was just about to turn onto my street, when I noticed blue flashing lights, and the driver announced a diversion. Turning left up the hill instead of straight on, I felt a little uneasy, not knowing the area where I stay in London during the week very well. When I eventually escaped the bus I was able to retrace my steps back to the right street, where I found a bus on fire just opposite my building, complete with attending firemen, and gawking crowds.

Who says commuting is boring?

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