06:55..... Out into the big chill! The pavement is covered with a thick sheet of freshly laid snow, just the way I like it.
07:10...... Now standing at platform four with the usual suspects, waiting for the 07:17 First Captial Connect fast train from Peterborough to King's Cross.
I'm still getting over last night's adventure to our local cinema. What happened? Well, last night DOS man and I were at Cineworld cinema in Cambridge, large mixed bag of popcorn and large diet coke 'combo' between us. He wanted to see 'Jackass' in 3D..... Big mistake! Why? My viewpoint on this film is...... Why would anyone PAY to see this? A bunch of grown men acting their shoe size, not their age....And after scanning the audience I came to the conclusion that 'Jackass' is a 'Boy' thing. I am not going to go into details other than my action alone spoke volume......that is that I either had my eyes close or near to projectile vomitting whilst sitting though the movie...... NEVER AGAIN!
Southbound Victoria line..... Didn't have to wait long for a train and bagged a seat at Euston station.

Platform nine (the losers platform) for the 16:40 is showing up at the main departure board so I make my way towards it with time to spare. I am now sat next to a grumpy looking old woman. She is continually fidgeting: searching her brown handbag on her lap, searching another larger bag on the floor by her feet, taking something out and munching then sticking her finger in her mouth and starts to use it as a toothpick eeeewwaaahh! She's now looking in her handbag again.... Both hands in her handbag for a while...... then out comes a digital camera and spectacles. She puts the spectacles on and begins to view photo snaps from the camera. The carriage is quiet and I stretched my neck to see why. Many commuters are asleep, others are reading their newspapers, one gentleman is watching something on his Apple Mac iPod.
I'm beginning to regret sitting next to Miss fidgety!
I have my fingers crossed and hope she gets off at the next stop otherwise I'm stuck with her until St Neots..... like Siamese twins!
"The next station is Biggleswade" says the annoucement and no sign of Miss fidgety getting off...... Wait...... She's ruffling through her handbang AGAIN.....and out comes receipts, approximately four and she looks at them one by one digesting every word.
I can't wait to get away! St Neots station doesn't come quick enough!

Left the office earlier than usual in case of delays or problems with the Victoria line. The streets towards Victoria station is busy. I missed the train by seconds and waited for the next one. "Due to industrial action, Victoria line trains are not stopping at Pimlico, Warren Street and Tottenham Hale stations" bellows the tannoy.........that's fine by me! I managed to bag a seat straight away and watched as the carriage filled it's hungry belly with cold looking commuters
"Warren Street is closed.......the doors will not open at Warren Street" this time a female voice comes though the tannoy.  The train arrives at Warren Street, stops for a couple of seconds and starts moving again without it's doors opening
I am sat next to a school girl in grey uniform on my right and a middle-aged man in jeans on my left 

The train arrives on time and stops a few yards short of where I stood, opens and welcomes us in. There were plenty of empty seats so all rushed into the train doing a Right! Right! Right!...... we all went and there were enough seats for us all.
"Victoria line and Northern line are running on 'Special' today"
"Special?.....is that for 'special people?".....laughter erupts through our carriage. So far so good. There's no interruption to our First Capital Connect journey to King's Cross. Stevenage stop came and went.....King's Cross is heaving with hundreds of commuters both inside the concourse and outside. I make
my way to the underground entrance and join the growing queue outside the gate and wait to enter. Five minutes later and I'm inside walking down the steps towards the barrier and then the escalators......Southbound Victoria line to Victoria station......
A train has it's door's mouth opened and I thought luck was on my side.....but alas it was not! The train had been stood there for a while and was PACKED! I deccided it was better to wait for the next train than to attempt to get into this one......so I mentally waved it goodbye when it finally departs. The next train came soon after and I enter and stand. A male voice filters through the tannoy.     
"......where this train terminates at Victoria"
That's fine by me! The train is packed to the brim but I managed to bag a seat at Oxford Circus. The train has stopped in mid flow.....
"......waiting for the train in front to depart from Victoria station" annouced the tannoy...... with an appologise to placify us. I'm not looking forward to my return journey home!

06:50.....Depart from the warm comfort of my home to confront the dark icy chilly white blanket covering the pavements in St Neots. Picture this......The six o'clock alarm screamed at me to get up and I stretched out my right arm searching in the dark for the 'off' button and managed to turn it off, rolled over intending to take advantage of my DOS man being around to give me a lift to the station...... then I remembered! Today is STRIKE DAY.... Courtesy of Transport for London's boss..........Mr Crow...... HUMBUG!
I lept out of my bed, switched on the bedside light and saunter my way to the bathroom. 
07:02.......Arrived at St Neots station, received a big hug and kiss from my DOS man and made my way begrudgingly through the barrier, up the steps, across the bridge and down the steps to platform four. Minutes later I was joined by one train buddy, two train buddies, three, four....nine of us all in all. We greet, we hug and chatted about; the weather, X factor and the weekend.
"I tried to take my plane out yesterday" said the one train buddy who was lucky enough to have his own small plane.
"What happened?"
"Well..... It took about half an hour to scrape the ice off the screen, but then the battery was dead!
"Oh dear!

"Excuse me please, may I?"
"Yes off cause" he smiles, stands and waits patiently as I disrobed; first my gloves then my scarf and finally my coat
"Thank you" I smile and sit
"You're welcome" he smiles and settles down besides me
He is slightly on the large side but tall enough to carry the weight. He had a red fleeced jacket on. His full hair peppered with grey strands. He reads the 'Evening Standards' with one knee up in the air against the small tray in front of him......"How strange!" I thought to myself

Standing on the Northbound Victoria line......"to Seven Sisters only!" screams a male voice on the tannoy. The platform is packed as the train arrives. Once opened there was a rush to enter. I am one of a few lucky commuters to get seated and seconds later the train is full. At Oxford Circus many disembark leaving space along the long aisle. My fingers are crossed hoping to get to King's Cross in time for the 17:10. Warren Street comes and goes - now Euston station and a reminder to "Please remember to take your belongings with you" followered by "Stand clear of the closing doors" and " Please keep your luggage with you"
Kings Cross station finally arrives and as I step out of the mouth of the train, I glanced up at the nearby clock...... 17:04. Anxiety begins to build as I zig zag my way through the crowd, running as fast as I could up the moving escalators, through the barrier and up the short flight of steps. The time is now 17:06....the clock is mocking me with it's rather annoying bright light. I ran up more steps and head straight to the concourse where I eagerly search for my train...... And there it was, in bright neon light 'One' under 'Platform" so once again I zig zag my way through through the maddening crowd to platform one just making it with just a minute to spare