Yesterday it happened again. Another first for the bad guys, trying it twice so soon. Didn’t work, and now we know things do not always go their way, they make mistakes, and they run cowardly when things go wrong. Good stuff. Made me feel better when jumping on the first train out of King’s Cross Thameslink after the events yesterday.
I’ve been working all week around King’s Cross. When I first got here, I got this desk with the strangest labels on it. Have a look:
Most of you won’t know but Katia calls me that all the time: Tito. How weird is that?
I got the bike today: I love riding the thing and quite frankly you never know when the police are going to need to close a station so you bettre bring your own transport. The trip down was uneventful and fast -not as fast as the train journey, mind you, but fast enough.
And now, it’s getting ready for the weekend time. This weekend I’m staying in UK, looking for a place to live from August on. Wish me luck!
