It’s snow joke .. !

... And a commuting moan ( second in an occasional series ).

Isn’t England a wonderful place to live? The middle of April, the daffodils are out, birds are singing in the trees and plants are in full bud - and what do we get this morning … ?

… between three and five inches of snow blanketing the whole area.

Spring, it seems, is the new winter!

And while it made for some lovely pictures,














... it obviously flummoxed our trusty railway companies.

Turning up on the platform at Upper Warlingham station on time to catch my train - without an overcoat, as I was foolishly persuaded by those other charlatans, the weather forecasters, that it would be 52 degrees farenheit ( yes, in about July ! ) - only to find out that the snow had seized up the whole system and all trains were running 30-45 minutes later.

I suppose I should be beyond surprise about how easy trains can grind to a standstill in our country – but I still hold out a forlorn hope for improvements in our fast-moving technological age!

What rubs salt into the wounds on days like these is that Southern Rail have just had the gall to stop the 5 per cent discount on annual season tickets you get because of their poor performance during the year.

They reckon they now have hit all their targets for trains arriving on time.

Can’t say I’ve noticed ….