The past couple of days have been an object lesson in just missing events. The storm of yesterday disrupted rail travel: I eventually managed to get to London having driven to Doncaster late afternoon, caught a train to Peterborough and then shuttle train service to King’s Cross. Anyway, I eventually made it. The purpose of getting to Westminster was to attend the latest Speaker’s Lecture. I have not missed one in the three years since they started. I arrived to find that everything had just concluded and virtually everyone decanted Speaker’s House. Bang goes my distinctive attendance record. Only the Speaker has now attended every one.
As I had a 9.15 class this morning, I had a choice between catching a very late train last night (which I estimated would enable me to get back to Hull about 3.00 a.m.) or stay over and catch a very early train. I opted for the latter and got to King’s Cross this morning just in time to catch the 5.50 departure, the first train to Doncaster. In the event, it was redirected via a branch line (over-running engineering works) and then briefly delayed by a problem with the engine. It got to Doncaster an hour late. My 9.15 class started at 10.00 a.m. At least I didn’t miss it.
I travelled back at lunchtime. The train was delayed as a result of following other late running trains. I got to the Lords to find I had just missed a committee meeting – and also a division. The screens were still showing the division in progress, but by the time I got to the chamber the eight minutes had passed and the Brass Doors locked. Yesterday’s massive delay also meant that I missed votes then as well.
Oh well, at least I got work done, as I always do, on the train journeys. Tomorrow’s another day. And I won’t be on a train at any stage.