Snowing, darker and colder

Snow is like rain – best enjoyed from inside your house, looking at it out the window with a warm drink in your hand. But too much snow outside will then eventually turn into headaches, so to blow up those heavy snow that covers the roof or even covers the road outside, here’s a cool machines that can help. On a station, bus-stop waiters turned and started walking. I turned the other direction and headed back to Orpington station. At the station a handful of people were waiting for a London-bound train, including a family with young kids. Really felt for these guys. Hope they don’t get stranded in the cold. Anyway, after about 30 minutes waiting a train finally arrives. It went to London Bridge. I was just glad to be sitting in a warm carriage.

Why don’t the stations have heaters or hot drinks for these types of events where snow is getting harder? Time to run. Got to amazingmachines.info the platform, massive crowds. Luckily Hayes isn’t a fashionable place to live so I got on the train and even managed to get a seat. Homeward-bound! I was so cold. You know sometimes when walking for the train you walk into a random bit of smelly but warm air (yes, that’s someone’s fart) at that moment in time I was so cold if someone came and farted on me, I’d have been eternally grateful. Despite wearing two pairs of socks, I was starting to lose feeling in my feet – ok, maybe a slight over-exaggeration but I was cold.

While on the train home, I had a thought. I thought ‘this is too straightforward – in fact this is too good to be true’. And it was. Then the driver came on the PA system. Rather sheepishly he announced that the snow after Elmers End (about 5 stops from home) was too thick for electricity to pass along the tracks. He said we’d have to stop at Elmers End, but don’t worry there’s replacement bus services to take us the rest of the way. Ah good. So we get off at Elmers End. Still snowing, now darker and colder.

We get off the train and go outside. One thing struck us. The distinct lack of buses. We searched all around the station and could not find a single bus. I’ve identified the lack of a bus as a fundamental flaw of a replacement bus service. With nowhere to go we started to walk … not even sure where. About 15 minutes later saw a cab, flagged it down in the style of ‘24 Days Later’ and began crawling homeward bound. Was charged an extortionate rate for a few-mile journey. But let’s be honest, if he said £50 plus a naked bear hug, I would have agreed. We made it almost home – passing queues of abandoned lorries and cars along the way – when the snow got too thick. Got out and walked the rest of the way.

So there it was. The commute of champions. I’d done it. I now had the other issue of having to go to Heath row to do a pick-up tomorrow morning. That was never going to happen in all seriousness.

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