Sometimes, in an otherwise – well, let’s just call it sub-ideal – day, it’s the little things that make life bearable.
Such as when you’re making an unfamiliar journey in the rush hour and you find that the doors of the tube carriage you selected at random open right opposite the appropriate exit. Or when you get out at Westminster to walk across Westminster bridge and discover that they have coned off an entire lane of the bridge so that it’s only accessible to pedestrians and a few very determined cyclists, meaning that instead of having to force yourself through a throng of tourists who have never apparently seen a river before (or a bridge or a house of parliament or a big ferris wheel), you can stride along at normal walking pace.*
As to whether this entirely makes up for finding one bite in to your lunchtime sandwich that your bread is mouldy – well, I’ll let you be the judge of that.
*Sadly, this turns out to be just lane resurfacing, not the implementation of a fast lane for pedestrians that I was hoping for.