a day of contrasts

It was a day of contrasts.

Sheffield was gridlocked so almost missed my train.

St Pancras' taxi rank had moved so I joined two different queues then almost missed my meeting.

First meeting overran, making me late for second meeting.

All meetings finished at 4pm.

My train home was 8pm.

Four hours of abject boredom in St Pancras watching people trying not to be late for things.

Got home at 11pm.

Crap day all round.


Nobody seemed too interested in the Olympic decorations either.