Early indications
I’ve been avoiding the tube chaos and pulling the working-from-home stunt. It has been great. Late-morning emails from poor sods who’ve just got to work after three-and-a-half hours of crowded bus hell. A leisurely lunch, a bit of shopping, a brief attempt at the crossword in the newspaper. And more work done than on a normal day.
But best of all has been the audio entertainment. Not the music on the stereo, but the constant parping of punchbagged car horns that I can hear from the comfort of my desk.
It started up proper at about 4.30pm so, at about 5pm I wandered off to the supermarket for supper, a chilled bottle and a good laugh at frustrated commuters.
The latter really are enlivening everyone’s day. Even the staff in Safeway’s were so gleeful about the carnage taking place on the traffic junction outside (pictured above) that they forgot to be rude to the mad old woman who was giving them an in-depth account of her grocery-buying habits.
I stopped to watch for a bit as I left. One observation: it’s the drivers who lean on the horn most that inevitably drive into the jammed box-junction as soon as they have a chance.
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