I did something dumb yesterday – I forgot to check Citymapper. So I walked to my local tube station for 7:05am, only to find it was still shut following Monday’s strike. I returned home and in a dangerously decaffeinated haze put my pyjamas back on.
Now, I don’t want to overdo the comparisons to the 1970s, first because I wasn’t there and second it’s a bit passé by this point. But last week’s three-day week, rampant inflation and even bin strikes aren’t doing much to dispel the idea we shouldn’t all be dressing up in tie-dye and bell bottom trousers and going out for fondue. (I told you I wasn’t there).
