Commute

Did the commute today:
Pack everything including kitchen sink into car.
Drive to nursery.
Extract some things and a child.
Take child into nursery (not forgetting to put on daft looking shoe cover and using antibac gel)
Settle child at breakfast table.
Reassure.
Kiss.
Wave.
Leave.
Remove stupid blue shoe covers to avoid looking silly for rest of day.
Drive to station.
Park.
Walk to ticket office.
Queue.
Buy ticket, incl parking ticket (total £26.50 - ouch).
Walk quickly to platform, picking up free newspaper en route.
Miss train.
Sit in waiting room.
Get on next train.
Stand up due to lack of free seats.
Text a bit.
Read a bit.
Get annoyed at newsprint on fingers.
Read over people's shoulders.
Mentally critique other people's appearance/attire.
Try to stay standing up when train stops abruptly.
Grab seat when one becomes available.
Do last minute prep for day ahead.
Realise you're at Liverpool St.
Shove everything in laptop bag.
Hunt for ticket.
Find ticket.
Pretend to be executive woman walking briskly along platform.
Walk to tube platform.
Wait for reasonably uncrowded tube train.
Get in tube and find something to hold on to.

And then today, this is where it went a little bit funny. The tube stopped at Bank station and none of the doors in our carriage opened. There are always a lot of people alighting at Bank so I expected a reaction but there was silence. I caught someone's eye and we exchanged an eye roll and a shoulder shrug but nobody said a thing. In fact my eye roll man was the only person who seemed to react.

Then the tube continued as if nothing was awry. Well all of the people who should have left at Bank left at the next station but still nobody said a word.

I thought that was most strange, and it made me smile.