

Still, it is a Sunday so no need to go to work and endure the usual litany of extensive delays caused by snow falling down the back of the signalman's neck, or whatever they come up with these days
A look at life from a bloke who used to live in beautiful Ruislip on the fringe of London and who used to travel to work each day by train. But not any more. [I suppose this will have to do: Ed]
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