The Olympics promised to cause chaos with my commute. I was expecting to have a 7 mile walk every day, such as the gloom and doom being put across about the way the London transport infrastructure was going to cope. I mean, they had a point, the trains are already at capacity at rush hour.
In the long build up pink signs were plastered over all of the stations:
And Olympic lanes appeared on the road, reserved for use by Olympic traffic only. This was particularly annoying on the A30 between M25/J13 and Egham (the rowing and canoeing athletes were staying at Royal Holloway) as it reduced a busy dual carriageway to one lane.
And I've had a whale of a time commuting. I've been working earlier every day, which means I've been home at 4.30 every afternoon. The trains have been an entertaining mixture of Very Serious Looking Commuters Wearing Pinstripe Suits and families off early to get into an Olympic venue. And me wearing my walking boots in case of the 7 mile walk. Which I never had to do, as my tube line was blissfully quiet - I even had a carriage to myself a few times. I acquired a second breakfast habit as soon as I got to work (oops). Even the early start wasn't too bad, and I was most amused to discover that there is life before the Today programme, namely Farming Today. I was very disappointed that there wasn't more about sheep all week though, and far too many reports about barley, and a particularly dull morning all about a wood chip processing plant at Goole...
I've been knitting furiously away as I avoided going to lots of things in the evening for two weeks, as I knew I'd have to go to bed early in order to get up at 5.15, this created more time in the evening to do stuff! So I have two finished projects for my next post!
And on to the closing ceremony. Which promises to be less bonkers than the opening ceremony.