National Express delivery.

I’m working late-ish on a pitch and I get to King’s Cross to find a huge crowd staring at the big Departure board. Our train is cancelled. There’s an additional screen to the side that display information about an overhead incident at Hitchin – one stop beyond Stevenage. Bad news so far. Reading on, I glean that National Express trains will be stopping at Stevenage (perhaps especially – I didn’t have time to take it all in). As I’m reading this I become aware of a mass exodus towards Platform 3. I search the board; the Newcastle train is stopping at Stevenage. At this rate I might get home even quicker!

It's like a space-train of the future!

It's like a space-train of the future!

Hurrah for overhead incidents. And check me out! Double seat. Swanky interior. Free Wi-Fi. Free magazine (LiveWire – ouch).

I’ve been super-flash and uploaded the bulk of this post from the train. Very 2.0.

Foggy day

KEEP CLEAR. In this weather?

When the weather blatantly ignores clear instructions...

Sort of misty ouside the house which is in a very rural setting. Get into urban Stevenage and suddenly it’s a right old pea-souper. Made it into Swingate but only with about 4 cars to spare – and they were all queuing up behind me. Cutting it fine, I was.

Stevenage Wonderland

Sno' on the Fo'.


Snow. And a lot of it. Blanketing Stevenage. And its many parked cars. Including my Ford Focus. The best way to clear the snow off the side windows? Wind them down. Oh no. That wasn’t 100% successful. The snow formed a solid wall then caved in to my car. Note to self: do it with the door open next time…


Footprints in Danesgate

Footprints in Danesgate

It was treacherous on the road home. For one, I couldn’t see much out of the windscreen. It stayed fogged up no matter what I tried. Hot air. Cold air. Windows down. Recirculating air. Full blast. Off. Nothing would shift the fog on my windscreen. I even tried turning on the rear heated windscreen (even though it was already clear) just to try and coax the front one into following suit. Well, you try anything in those situations don’t you.

There were about 8 inches of clarity at the base of the windscreen, so I had to rest my chin on the steering wheel like an old lady just to see ahead of me.
Ford, what am I doing wrong?

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