Ths morning everyone at work is full of their war stories of how they got home the night before. I once had a colleague who threatened to have a t-shirt printed with the slogan, "I won't tell you about my journey if you won't tell me about yours."
But I can't really resist telling about the heart-warming scene at Blooms in Golders Green last night. Regular readers of the JC will know that Blooms has had a bit of a hard time lately, having been thoroughly smacked by columnist Michael Freedland for its apparent present-day failure to live up to its illustrious past.
Not last night. Weary traveller after weary traveller (me included) fell into the doors of Blooms, crying "Chicken soup! with everything!" after a series of nightmare journeys home due to the weather.
Blooms duly obliged. Great steaming vats of chicken soup made their way from kitchen to customer, laden with lokshen and kneidlach and kreplach. And, boy, did it taste good. And boy, were we revived. And boy... by the time we had finished, the buses were running again. So hurrah for Blooms.