Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Monday, 10 February 2014
Minor Monday miseries
This morning, the train to go to work was delayed for about twenty minutes because of the rain, which filled the Thames so much that it is flooding everywhere, and way too close to the rails. Commuting has become a nightmare for many, for me it was only a minor irritation as I only got to work a few minutes late. On a Monday, when works is piling up in your absence, it is certainly not pleasant. But I saw the other commuters leaving the train as I was entering it, a massive bunch of people looking tired and worn out like evacuees from a region struck with a guerrilla. I had learned later that the previous stations had been closed for some time. So I can count myself lucky, my Monday was not nearly as bad as theirs. Like I said to my colleagues: "At least I haven't drowned yet." This can count, I think, as a new great unknown line.