There’s a sizeable fire disrupting London this morning. Had the usual round of early-morning texts from family and friends warning me of possible disruption to travel services today.
All of which proved unnecessary, since I opened my blinds to discover it’s happening RIGHT OUTSIDE MY HOUSE, and if I shouted I could theoretically hold a conversation with the hose-holding fire guy atop the cherry-picker. (Yes, those are billowing clouds of smoke in the pic.)
There are gas cylinders stored on that industrial estate. Oh, whoop-dee-doo.
POSTSCRIPT 10:10am: The white smoke has turned to black. Either the fire is getting more serious, or they’re electing a new Pope.