It started snowing last night in a fairly impressive fashion, yet being the diligent type that I am (with no comments from the peanut gallery, por favor), I schlepped out to the station last night to pick up my period train ticket.
Which I cannot now use as there are no trains.
My back up route is via bus ... and they've cancelled the buses, bar an alleged three routes within central London which I cannot get to because - as mentioned - there are no trains or buses into or out of the city centre.
The Apocalypse is a lot colder than I was expecting.
I will make another attempt to get into town in a few hours, otherwise I have meeting notes to type up and drafts to write and various DVD box sets that need ... love. They need love.
Meanwhile I am keeping an eye out for the four horsemen that, by legend, should be accompanying said Snowy Apocalypse. I can only assume that these too have been cancelled by Network Rail. Due to 'Inclement Weather'.
And, according to my friend Helen - who did managed to make it in by sneakily approaching from the North - Kings Cross is still running the standard 'Inclement Weather' disclaimer-cum-announcement.
If the weather continues in this fashion there is a very real risk that they will have to raise it to 'Beastly'.
