Down With the House
London is in the grips of the coldest weather in memory and the supposed “extreme weather” is on everyone’s lips, if only in relation to their commute. I took off from home yesterday morning ten minutes earlier than usual, and took a different route to work from normal due to transport disruptions. The result? At work a good quarter of an hour earlier than normal. The roads in central London were quiet, and buses had pretty much free reign. People with cars must have avoided driving due to the icy conditions, which suited me just fine.
To drive away the cold and the gloom, we holed up in a cosy pub with some housemates in the evening. It, too, was pretty empty, probably owing to a lot of people leaving work early. Didn’t matter a bit to us as we had a fantastic time, from the initial chat with just three of us, to eventual rowdiness once more people joined. Somehow we ended up spilling out of the pub at closing time singing Hava Nagila, until it was remarked by someone in the group that the song had, in fact, become “too commercialised”. I don’t know either.
Having fun like that kind of made up for it being even harder than usual to get out of bed this morning.