It took me nearly three times as long as usual to get into work this morning.
The bus journey is fourteen minutes or so. It takes longer than that at rush hour, but never more than half an hour normally. This morning, it took me one hour and twenty minutes.
I'd heard on the local news that Jesmond Road was closed between Portland Terrace and Sandyford Road, but not why. That's close to my route to work, but not actually on it. I assumed it was just an accident. These things have usually cleared up by the time you hear about them on the news.
I didn't realise that this time, it was a fire at a local hotel and that the police had closed the road because of all the fire engines. It was still closed when I got to Newcastle. It took the bus a long, long time to get through, moving all of a mile an hour I would guess.
I got off the bus in the end, grumbling to myself about how it would have been noticeably quicker for me to walk the whole way rather than get the bus. I walked across the front of the hotel; I wish I'd counted the fire engines; there were a lot. Smoke was pouring out of the roof still and the firefighters were in that crane thing, playing water onto the roof; no flames were visible, but the smoke was thick. The air smelled of bonfires and attached itself to my jacket and my hair. At first I thought it was just in the air, but it's been windy today and the smell was present when I turned round long after the gusts of wind would have blown the last scraps of smoke away.
My gym is in that hotel. I'd planned to go today. Apparently it's untouched, but it'll be closed for a short while. Hopefully it'll open again soon.
It snowed at lunchtime. The wind whipped it across the air, almost horizontal. Apparently it's going to get worse tomorrow.
(Three posts in less than 24 hours? Count yourself lucky!)