At some point on the journey home Friday evening the cycle lock managed to fall off my bicycle. I've no idea how, as it was wrapped around the seatpost. Just typical, I'd had that lock for about about 6 years, and after 4 years of no use it gets lost after my first two weeks back on a bike!
I took the train into Cambridge on Saturday afternoon just to take advantage of my season ticket, and out of curiosity checked in at the station managers office at the local station. Well what a suprise, someone had handed the lock in!
Thank you "concerned member of the public" for doing the right thing :) Not that a lock without a key would have been much use!
Once in Cambridge, I decided to venture onto another public conveyance, this time a bus, the first time in many years. How terribly exciting, although I found all the route numbers a bit confusing. Joining me on the journey into town was an overweight family of 4, all chomping chewing gum. Mmm what a sight you were! Now an adult should be allowed to do what they want with their own body (hell, I know my bathroom scales don't thank me for standing on them) but it is criminal to let a child of about 6 or 7 get as large as the poor little girl on that bus.
In the evening I had to venture down to London for a meeting, travelling by train and the underground down to near Marble Arch.
Well that was all fine, but upon arriving back at Kings Cross railway station at 11pm for the journey back, discovered due to emergency maintenance on the line to Cambridge, the latter half of the journey was to be via bus.
So there I was, standing in the freezing cold for over an hour (they thoughtfully locked us out of the station) in some godawful place called Letchworth Garden City (don't let the name fool you) along with a hundred or so very loud, rude and obnoxious drunkards who also were hoping to get to Cambridge.
When the buses finally arrived, there was the most unseemly scramble to get onboard, despite their being enough seats on the two buses for all! Do not believe the old thing about the English loving to queue, that was patently not demonstrated here.
On the bus, I was unlucky enough to sit across from two guys whose vocabulary seemed to consist of a few pronouns and liberal quantities of expletives. Whilst I will freely admit to use of coarse langauge, I believe that adding an expletive to practically every sentence in preference to other descriptive word is a sign of immaturity, and to do so with no regard to those around you is exceedingly borish.
Finally arrived back home just before 3am, in time for a few hours sleep before going back to Cambridge for some planned weekend maintenance at the office on Sunday morning...
