Britain is in the grip of a heat wave – and we just can’t cope.
On Tuesday evening we were trapped on a LNER East Coast Train for six hours with (what felt like) seventeen thousand other passengers.
I witnessed a ‘gentle’man verbally assaulting a fellow passenger because she was ‘sitting in my seat’.
Regretfully, I had to step in, calm him down and offered him my* seat to prevent further altercation.
Halfway through the journey, when things had calmed down, I had a lovely conversation with the lady sat next to me (by then we’d found new seats and passengers were breathing again).
She worked for major drinks company, can’t say which, but let’s say they are refreshing parts…
And we quickly agreed, that rather than moaning it might be better to be grateful.
We had seats, we had water, we were going to get home and we were having a chat.
A quick look at the Twitter feed showed a different story. Passengers were screaming, hostile and threatening everything from legal action to using a set of ‘very special skills’ to get their revenge on the railway.
Accepting that our rail infrastructure is pants, knowing we can’t cope with extreme weather conditions, having faith that staff are doing all they can and having a belief that, yes, you will get home, is not only reassuring, but healthy.
Stay cool Britain.
*For ‘my seat’, read Christine’s seat. But that was mainly down to confusion over the seat numbering system and muddled, heat riddled brains attempting to decipher. Honest!