Wings, tra-la!

Well, hello blog, and how are you? Me? well, I've had the most appalling day, largely because the cold damp weather encouraged every owner of an unroadworthy vehicle in the whole of London to take to the North Circular for a spin this morning... and this afternoon. Imagine the surprise of the owners of the not-fit-for-purpose conveyances when they broke down in the drizzle! Imagine their dumb numbness, as they gazed at the traffic jams and collisions resulting from their lopsided jaunts! It took more than an hour and a half to drive eighteen miles this morning, and more than two hours to return this afternoon, when a second batch of wreck-owners decided to take to the roads just to see if their cars really were at death's door, or perhaps there was a little mileage in them yet.

I tried public transport for a while, but after experiencing a train slipping backwards down the hill into Bank Station from whence it came, while the next train was simultaneously tootling forwards up the hill, plus numerous occasions when the Docklands Light Railway closed spontaneously for no apparent reason (tally-ho! Let's all take the afternoon off and go to Nandos for a bite to eat!), I've given up on that one, despite numerous romantic sightings of cormorants in the mist at dawn.

I'm contemplating not going to work at all any more, just staying tucked up in bed with a hot water bottle in a crocheted cover until the bailiffs come along and drag me off to Bedlam where I will spend the rest of my days doing scale drawings of broken-down white vans n the fog, topped with cormorants heads and spreading wide-spanned fully-functioning wings.