Another brilliant sleep and I still put it down to the walking I did on Tuesday, my excuse anyway. I awoke before the alarm and hauled myself out of the bed and to the work to check the early emails and there always seems to be some, no matter what time you log off. I faintly remember the days when the post came once a day and there was all day to answer the letter. Now it seems we respond instantly, backwards and forwards, many times a day, but things still take the same time to get done. I don't understand that bit.
My walk to work was ordinary despite been on the crossing when a bike decided he was too late to wait and I missed him by about 3 inches. I must pay more attention on crossings and realise some people will not give way.
Work was work and the only plus side was that I am going home. I really tried today, really tried. I really tried not to mention that it is going home day but have got this far. It is going home day and I am writing this at 5.30 p.m. as I sit in the office pretending to do stuff whilst really waiting for my train.
The other thought I have had whilst doing my blog is that certain ones of my blog get more people logging on than others. I noticed that this week the blog called spooky goings on got a lot more than the normal headings and in fact if you look back at one of my blogs when I was in Romania, that got the highest hit rate of all which was the one when I described my hotel room which was covered in horse photos and one in particular that had a close up pic of a horse which was slightly blurred and had a strand of hair over one of it's eyes. I called that blog title Horse Porn and it was amazing how many hits I got, Very worrying mind you when you think what people must be searching for on the interweb thingy. So tonight I am going to call my blog naked spooky stuff and see if it gets people to read my boring existence.
But for now I have to get back to work and document my journey home (which I am so looking forward to) tonight.
The trip home was one of the perfect ones, no one on the seat at the side of me and the train was about 10 minutes late which meant I had only 15 minutes to wait for my Goole train.
I did realise something once on my local train and that was that i rarely see anyone I recognise on a train that goes to my home town, I realised that because I actually saw someone I knew, not well enough to talk to but someone that i have seen around the town.
That is all for now and time for a nice weekend rest so for now
Night All
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