Train delay theory

On Monday we very proudly managed to walk out of our house very proud of the fact that we left a full 5 minutes before our train was due. We only need a minute to walk there so we would have plenty of time to get to the station, get our metro and align ourselves with where the train door would be in order do get a seat when the door opens.

We were thus surprised to see the train arriving just as we stepped out of the parking area of our block of flats. But no worries! We're used to doing this, we bolted my wife with high heels and me with laptop bag swinging around wildly. The old lady living at the cute cottage probably shaking her head in her morning observations as the van Heerden's came rushing past again. Can just imagine her shaking her head thinking the youth of today has no sense of time.

Alas however, we didn't make the train. As we rounded to corner onto the platform the doors closed in that dramatic way only train door can, with a dramatic fooop that makes it seem like they are about to embark on an interstellar journey.

Seeing as we had some time to kill now, we realized that it was actually the previous train running late that we missed but that our train was also delayed by 25 minutes. Since it is January in London and frigid, our minds immediately went to coffee. We weren't the only ones either, the little coffee shop on the platform suddenly had more customers than he has in a good week. One of our fellow coffee drinkers mentioned that it was a person running over the rails. I think that possibly next Monday we will again be in the coffee shop only this time our helper behind the coffee counter will red in the face and puffing at us "£2.50 for your latte please!".