Someone call 999!

My journey this morning was thoroughly annoying: Moorgate station was full of imbeciles; my two bags weighed me down so hard I thought I might need a pit stop; and the South Bank was covered in puddles, making it impossible not to get wet feet.

But that all changed when I rounded the corner to go under Blackfriars Bridge. A group of at least 30 hunky, sweaty London Fire Brigade firemen came jogging past, panting and glowing.

Just what I needed to perk me up!