I was sitting in the park on Saturday or Sunday morning. I don’t remember which. It was really hot and I was sitting reading Watchmen. I had thrown a ball around for Hebe for a while and just finished a can of coke. There were a few people around, a couple of cute ladies soaking up the sun and a few people walking or sitting with their dogs.

So anyway I was reading away when I heard a loud crack. Looked around and didn’t see anything for a second. Then I noticed movement within one of the nearby trees. A branch had just snapped off, not all that big, but certainly not a small one. it hung there, by a few threads (I’m sure there is a technical term for them) swinging until slowly coming to a stop and hanging there.

I don’t know why, but it’s important. Sitting there I knew it was and I have no idea why, I just have this overwhelming feeling it’s important.

On a whole other note, London was hit by storms today. They’ve been building up for a while. It was raining when I left home this morning, enough so that I threw on a jumper. By lunchtime it had cleared up, or so I thought before setting out for Tescos. Just made it back before getting soaked wet and the rest of the afternoon went downhill. Thunder, lightning and downpours. There was a sudden break around ten to six which a few of us took as a chance to run to the tube. No problems getting on and it seemed to be running fine.

until…

I was on the Jubilee Line around 6.30. Baker Street was closed due to an emergency. Fine by me, one less stop on the way home. Until we get to Baker Street and we sit there and we sit there and we sit there. The announcement about an emergency for the station was loud enough to be heard on the train.

A few minutes later the driver announces that the entire northern Jubilee line has now been shutdown and we aren’t going anywhere. Another 10 minutes later after what looked to be some frantic conversations with a single guard on the platform, he comes onto the PA again. “This train is out of service, all change here”.

So not only were we made to sit in a station with an emergency of whatever kind for about 15 minutes, we were then told to change there. Not a single person on the platform to help people or encourage them to leave. The guard had disappeared to leaving lots of people to find their own way out through emergency exits.

Good fucking planning London Underground. A little bit of rain causes a fuckup like this, I really do worry how many people will die when it really is an emergency.

Alex is back tomorrow. That takes me from dog walking duties. I look forward to the break. I’m not sure I could ever own a dog and have to always look after him or her. Hebe and I have done pretty well so far and looking after her was never a problem but not sure it’s really me.

It’s way later than I thought. Gotta go sleep.