Day 3 - London to Home - Not a good day - still moaning

This morning was not ideal, I woke up feeling awful.  Maybe the room had got me back for being nasty about it.  The only think I knew was that the room was spinning and I felt sick.  It took me ages to get out of bed and showered and didn’t bother with breakfast (obviously) and consoled myself with a cup of tea and curled up back in bed.

I managed to get out of the room at 9.00 a.m. and was in work 15 minutes later, so not too bad after all.  The problem with the last day is that it is all work until 6.30 p.m. and then a short walk to the train and the journey home.  It is at this point that I start to think about what I should have done this week (not work wise but personal wise) and tell myself I will do it next time.  But this time I mean it and I think it will get easier as the nights start to draw out and it stays lighter that bit longer so by the end of April it should be light until about 7 ish, especially when we put the clocks forward and that should make it much nicer to walk about.  But again I go off talking about what is going to happen and not what has happened.

So today what has happened, well apart from work, nothing.  I took the usual opportunity of lunch time to just walk about outside and get some fresh air.  I was quite amazed how warm it was.  In the bit of sunshine that was shining through it was really pleasant.  I took a walk into St Pancras station just to circle around the shops, I didn’t want to buy anything but at least it stretches my legs and I see something different even if it is just for 15 minutes.  I don’t think I could have eaten anything if I had wanted to.

So the only thing to comment on is the journey home and to be fair as soon as you start mixing with large volumes of people you start to see all sorts of things. 

The highlights of the journey has to be these two incidents.  Number one starts with when the conductor lady came around and checked our tickets, I was on a table seat with a middle aged couple and a middle aged lady on her own.  As the tickets were shown the lady with the husband said to the other lady “Oh are you going to Beverley” (it was a Hull trains service to Beverley).  The lady confirmed this and then the question came “are you from Beverley” and the lady again confirmed this.  It was obvious the lady with the husband wanted someone to talk to and the lady on her own didn’t want to talk, so there was the usual awkward pauses which then lengthened to the point that no one was speaking at all.

The second came when a girl in her late twenties was on the phone and you could only here her side of the conversation but she was quite happily commenting on all the faults of her associates, I would not say friends as if they had heard her they would not be friends for long.  But to listen to someone openly discussing all their faults was quite funny and all the people around her probably thought as I did and we could all see that persons faults quite easily.

The journey finally came to an end at 9.30 p.m. when I arrived back at Goole station and with just a slight detour into Tescos to see if I could pick up some flowers for the wife from the 10 pence reduced stand but she would out of luck this week and had to make do with a pack of fruit scones for 10 pence.

So it is a night all from me.