One stop on the Victoria line and then we're told to get off and find alternative routes. Apparently there's yet another problem with the Victoria line, so I head back to the Piccadilly. Fifteen minutes later arriving home than I would like to be. And some moron with a tiny briefcase on a trolley has just dragged it across my shins.
The joys of commuting.
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