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Today
I’m afraid I did what the Commissioner told us not to do: I went in to Central London.
See, I live in Hackney, in the East, but work in Wimbledon, in the South-West. So I was going to have to go into the centre sometime, to get home. I just left work early.
The trains were running into Waterloo, pretty much as normal (but largely empty). Of course, once there, there was no way to get across town: the Tube was closed, and no buses were running in Zone 1. I took to Shanks’ Pony.
Zone 1 is bigger than you think. I guess I knew it extended as far as Angel, but it goes all the way up Essex Road. I ended up getting a bus halfway along the Ball’s Pond Road. It took me about two and a half hours to get home.
Which isn’t bad, all things considered.
Fortunately, the kids were going home from school with a friend’s mum, so they were fine. I left early mainly so as not to leave them with her too late. And of course, to avoid the probable madness of the rush hour.
I am, of course, intensely angry at the scumpigs who would do such a thing. But on a positive note, a lot of people seemed to be doing the same thing as me, and it was strangely pleasing to see so many people walking through London. We should do more of it. And for much better reasons, of course.
I feel I should have more to say, but am blank.