London ground to a halt today. Supposedly.
I saw endless lemmings queuing around the block to get on busses that were rammed when they arrived. I also heard anecdotal evidence of people surprised to discover just how many London landmarks there were above ground on their route into work.
It wasn’t that bad a day, just one which demanded a little more walking than normal. I’ve managed to rack-up an impressive 17,882 steps (at the time of writing). I don’t feel my stomach wobble anymore. I’ve rewarded myself with a couple of glasses of wine.
Tube staff have my permission to strike as much as they like or need.