So, this was how my evening went yesterday.
Part I
I was meant to play Squash for my local team. We were away to March, the County Champions for the past two seasons. We were not excepting things to go well. It was also close to our longest away trip of the season.
No matter. We had a plan. The skipper, who works in Cambridge, would pop home, get his stuff, pick me up from my house, collect our top string player from the station (he works in London), pick up one other up on the way. The fifth player (our 2nd strongest) would meet us there as he was coming from a different direction.
Then this happened.
At this point I only noticed the news on the Foxton incident. More on the other queues later.
The skipper was stuck on the wrong side of the railway line from his stuff, but the right side for the game. Our no.1 was in a train that had stopped at Baldock and wasn’t seemingly going anywhere, as the railway was also shut (obviously).
So, OK, I will collect the skippers stuff from his wife, drive to Baldock to get the other guy, head back, pick up the other player who lives in the local area, nip around the obstruction on back roads known to locals. Sorted [and if you think this took a single phone call to arrange...]. We also warned the home team of problems ahead.
As I drive home from work to begin stage one of this convoluted plan, a van pulls blindly out of a side road and crashes into the side of my car.
FFS.
Part I
I was meant to play Squash for my local team. We were away to March, the County Champions for the past two seasons. We were not excepting things to go well. It was also close to our longest away trip of the season.
No matter. We had a plan. The skipper, who works in Cambridge, would pop home, get his stuff, pick me up from my house, collect our top string player from the station (he works in London), pick up one other up on the way. The fifth player (our 2nd strongest) would meet us there as he was coming from a different direction.
Then this happened.
At this point I only noticed the news on the Foxton incident. More on the other queues later.
The skipper was stuck on the wrong side of the railway line from his stuff, but the right side for the game. Our no.1 was in a train that had stopped at Baldock and wasn’t seemingly going anywhere, as the railway was also shut (obviously).
So, OK, I will collect the skippers stuff from his wife, drive to Baldock to get the other guy, head back, pick up the other player who lives in the local area, nip around the obstruction on back roads known to locals. Sorted [and if you think this took a single phone call to arrange...]. We also warned the home team of problems ahead.
As I drive home from work to begin stage one of this convoluted plan, a van pulls blindly out of a side road and crashes into the side of my car.
FFS.
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