This morning's journey into London has restored my faith in humanity! I caught the 8am train to Victoria dragging a beast of a suitcase (the one I took to Ibiza for a summer) filled with bags and fliers for IAM5...
It was a bit of a shoulder wrencher but I had no other option but to grit my teeth and develop blisters. As I got off the train at Victoria the reality of the underground smacked me square between the eyes. I was about to be the really annoying woman on the escalator and at the ticket barrier who holds everyone up with her oversized bag that everyone imediately assumes must be full of clothes and makeup (could I really be that vain!)
As I approached the steps to the the underground a minor London miracle happened, a young man in a suit imediately took my bag and grunted as he carried it down for me. I was in shock! Then as I approached the stairs to the Circle line platform another suited man grabbed the suitcase and wouldn't listen to my protests that he might hurt his back! WHen I arrived at Manor House I nearly laughed as a third be-suited man helped me up the stairs and then promptly dropped down dead as an old woman(!!) grabbed the other handle of it as I climbed up to the street. That was very quickly put an end to by another business man and I waved them off down the road with a slightly bemused smile...
Did I run into a string of Angles? Or is this a sign of hope in the 'unfriendliest city in the world'. Maybe they all watched pay-it-forward or that imitation car advert last night...