It’s that time of the week again.
The rose is the sunshine which seems to want to stay with us. Another belting Bank Holiday which involved actual sunbathing, actual sunbathing in the actual north of England may I add. Long may this reign of warmth continue, even if it means watering the plants and mowing the lawn, it’s a small price to pay. I’ll do it for the team.
The thorn is bloody trains. The rail system seems to have imploded recently with trains being abandoned at platforms by staff (how can you get so far in a journey to then be told the train has no driver? Who got us this far?), commuters squished together (it’s summer didn’t you know?) and a wanton lack of communication setting everyone off on biblical style strops. Come on Northern Rail, get your act together.