Face it, the Gorse Fox was asking for it. He had commented to his colleagues that Friday tends to be the worst day on the trains and that was why he tries to avoid travelling on Fridays.
He packed up his work things and headed out. Residual light glowed in the sky as he strode along the Southbank and crossed the Thames. He was soon at Victoria. There were people everywhere. A sinking feeling grumbled at the pit of the stomach. No trains were at their platforms. People were milling about waiting for direction. It turned out that there had been a faulty train at Clapham and all of the inbound trains were stuck behind it.
Actually GF and his fellow travellers were lucky. The first train in was theirs, and with a quick turn-around they were only running 20 minutes late. It could have been worse... but then he did tempt fate!
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