All of us had somewhere we were meant to be. I was taking my five-year-old daughter to see The Nutcracker, others had just landed from Heathrow.
When the train stopped and a voice on the tannoy said there was an electrical fault we thought little of it. But more details, in unwelcome shards, appeared, that an electrical cable had fallen on a train in front and another train had had an emergency in Hounslow.
