It’s a good job the offices are so cool because the commute is going to kill me. The train
part of it is pretty simple; I can either go to and from Cannon St or London Bridge. Discounting the 20 minute walk to my home station every morning and night, the difficulty is then getting from either of those stations to Holborn.
From Cannon street I can do a quick walk to Bank and tube the rest of the way to Chancery Lane. From London Bridge I can get the northern line for one stop then switch to the Central.
‘You can walk from Cannon street, it’s only 20 minutes’ colleagues have proclaimed. I duly point out that I have a 20 minute walk before even setting foot on the train in the mornings and another 20 minutes would break me given my hip bursitis. So the morning isn’t too bad. The problem is the evenings. I have to make a call between Cannon Street and London Bridge early on and if I chose the wrong one it can make as much as 30 mins difference to what time I get home.
Whichever tube I choose I’m damned. Crowded, and I mean sardine crowded, not ‘no seats crowded’, disgustingly hot with always one idiot determined to make a point of pushing on at the last minute. At 5’2″ I don’t have much option about what I can hold on to on the tube. Tonight I got up close and waaaaaaaay too personal with a male commuter who insisted we could squeeze up. I tripped over his laptop and stood on his foot as I got off.
So apologies to those commuters who witnessed a 44 year old woman in bright pink trainers sprinting the length of London Bridge Station tonight without the aid of a sports bra. But I needed to get that 18:10 fast train or it would’ve been the slow train to hell. At least I’m burning calories…