3. I don't get a seat on the train.
4. I'm swept along in a river of people, like Simba in the Lion King. The stampede scene.
5. I get the tube.6. While being swept along by another human tide, I pass Mufasa the lion's trampled corpse at Kings Cross Station.
7. I finally get to work.
8. And the rest of the day looks like this. Until half 5, at which point I repeat steps 1-7, in reverse.
Wednesday, however, did not look like this. On Wednesday, mes amies, I went to Paris! This goes some way to explaining why my post is somewhat en retard. Yes, it was a work trip, but Paris is beautiful and, thanks to Erin's incredibly patient other half, I got to see some of the sights (and to meet Erin herself making her the first real, live blogger I've ever met!).