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I was on the train for 9am meeting in London at just after 6 this morning, to leave plenty of margin for error.

I didn’t make it. At 8.30 I was still 40 miles out and bound to miss a meeting scheduled to end at 9.30. So I’m now on my (slow) way home. Which is proving to be almost as tortuous.


Why can’t we manage a bit of snow?