Well, folks, my next mission is to return west. Left the office with the boss and luckily caught the bus as it was about to leave (boss wasn't too chuffed about running, he said it's unnatural). Anyway, minimal traffic, silly cyclists and the odd cutter-upper (usually, those Prius cabs) but go to Waterloo quite swiftly. This time a tad wiser, I made an informed decision and caught the faster train (16min) compared to this morning's scenic adventure. But in comparison no seat and sandwiched like a sardine toastie quickly placed in an icebox.
I'll update when I get there!
Arrived at Richmond (there was no Brentford train without waiting for it and those know me know I'm impatient). This slightly chilled toastie is now loosely vertical in a sauna known as the number 65 bus. Random obscenities are being thrown about the bus for no reason whatsoever.
Having reached the junction of Popes Lane and South Ealing Road, I was only one more instalment away from home. And so I thought. This junction was a driver/cyclist/pedestrian-inflicted spaghetti jam. The traffic lights are out. Swiftly, I texted LBE and tweeted TfL with my newly acquired observation.
Fearing for my life in between this mechanical mayhem (closely avoiding an intimate moment with a cyclist) I reached my bus stop. Within minutes 4 buses arrived. Had to encounter the same as this morning SSE roadworks. Finally, got off at destination and was promptly welcomed by the opening of a new Lebanese restaurant. Would've popped in but was craving to be seated at home. Journey time 1h45-ish and 91% battery power used.
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