Feelin' lucky

There was a time when it would take me an hour and a half to get to work then an hour and a half home again.  Walk, train, change, train, walk or underground or bus.  From the London suburbs into Victoria station and up to Knightsbridge or whichever branch of the bank I was working in at the time.

I'd have to stand most of the way - if not all of it, push and shove just to get standing room in smelly carriages or buses, battered by noise from busy London traffic.  In the days when smoking was the norm I'd get home in the evening stinking of cigarettes and traffic fumes.

For some years after leaving school it was exciting...parties, pubs...but eventually the commute grew tedious and the night life palled.

Now look at my commute, and only 15 minutes...