Monday night, taking refuge from the cold while waiting for one of the very delayed buses to take me home, I was engaged in conversation by a man standing at the bar.
Pointing out that the train station was closed (it wasn’t – that was false message put out by an over-eager copper), he commented on how they could run trains in Siberian snow, but a bit of rain and the UK fell apart.
Having spend the previous eight hours or so updating the world on what was happening, transport-wise, in West Yorkshire, I felt it my duty to politely inform him of how much of the area was actually under water. You’d have thought he might have had a bit of a clue, but the way his jaw dropped, maybe the message wasn’t getting out. Must try harder next time… and there will be a next time, I’m sure.