And Tuesday did arrive, and normality was restored to the lands as once again the tempests did rage. The sunshine but a distant memory, the curs’ed commuters arrived at the station and dived for shelter wherever they could. And the Great Voice in the Sky did offer profuse apologies as it announced delays to the Virgin. And the gathered masses grumbled and muttered about the inability of the Fat Controller to run his trains on time. And the crowds grew and grew and those unlucky enough to arrive last stood dishevelled in the driving rain, the howling winds tearing at their umbrellas. And those commuters so curs’ed did hope that the sanctuary of their conveyance was not too far away.