‘Dammit!’
I swore loudly as yet another train that I was on heading into London changed destination, this time heading to Kings Cross instead of Moorgate in East London.
I suppose I knew something was up as the tannoy crackled with a non-descript voice making an announcement as we arrived in one of the stops, Finsbury Park. A couple of people looked cross and got off when we pulled in.
But the thing is, I’m unable to make out the announcement as the quality of the sound is extremely poor and all I can hear is garbled sounds through my hearing aid and cochlear implant. I can’t imagine what it must be like for those with more profound hearing loss or even people who use British Sign Language!
This change of destination happens more than you think judged by the time I was living in North London. So, why is…
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D.E. Cantor 