I took a break from Utility Room construction to go to a meeting in the Big Smoke today. For shame on me.
Meeting was successful and I was glad that I hauled my bones out of bed at 5am. However I arrived at Kings Cross Station just after 17.oo with the plan of hoping on to a train at 17.30 back home, to be met with a departure board displaying nothing other than CANCELLED.
It seems that no trains had left Kings Cross from about 15:30, but train loads of people kept arriving. There were several thousand people hurded into the scafolding clad concourse, and just left there.
East Coast Trains were useless. No information, not a single soul to let us know what was happening. I shouldn’t be surprised by this though considering some of the hellish journeys I have had on this route before.
I gave up waiting and set off to find my own way home.
So I am sat, or should that be squeezed in on a packed train which will eventually get in to Leeds, from St Pancras via Leicester and Nottingham. Not exactly quick, but there is a slim chance that I shall get to bed today.