Wednesday was supposed to see me once more heading at 100 miles per hour down to Liverpool Street station. There I would meet another old friend, though not from so far away as the one I met here the week before.
I was feeling a bit rough, those little virii annoy so, yet I wanted to meet a man I had not seen for a couple of years. As I prepared I checked the train times, and whether all was well. The Twitter feed soon informed me off a wee station just outside of town that had a signal problem. Oh dear. This meant trains arriving, only one, and that is an hourly service, could only travel slowly, if indeed they travelled at all.
On top of this, further down the line a train had left a major station on route and come to a halt. This required workmen to check the train, once moved other workmen had to check the wires overhead, which means switching of the 25,000 volt wire. There may be blue flashes otherwise. All this leads to masses of early trains, all the way back to Norwich, being delayed, held, cancelled and sometimes disappearing from the face of the earth.
So, if a train arrived here in the outer limits it might be late. Being an emergency there was no bus replacement service. Normal bus services would not cope with the numbers affected anyway. All this considered I called and cancelled our meeting, probably in Costa once again (he paying).
This was annoying, and as I called the broken train moved, but too late for me. So I missed out on the journey and had no choice but to visit Tesco instead.
As I did so the railway fought to get the trains back on schedule, some cancelled, others early, but all rejoicing in normal service once again. Except that a man got in front of a train in the other direction thus creating different blockage that way. Again delays, slow trains and hold ups.
A new date has been set, April Fools Day!
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