An average commuter week

A short week summary :

·        I had to drive to Colchester on Friday night to pick up a boozed up over sleeping boyfriend ;-)

·        I had a rather pleasant Saturday journey to London, however, I was delayed with no explanation on the way home on the 23.18 as per, with some annoying woman talking to her friend with a baguette in her mouth...gag (me, not her)

·        I was off sick Monday and Tuesday so I missed the delays caused by the rain on Tuesday - remember to delay and repay!

·       Small oldish lady who I let sit down on the tube on Thursday afternoon, I immediately regretted it as actually you weren't that old, and probably hadn't been at work as long as I had.

·        Other young lady who pulled faces like you were in pain, but actually just wanted to sit down, there are rules - it was my half of the tube bit, I should have sat there, not you.

·        If you saw a girl fall down the steps at Chelmsford train station on Thursday evening after getting off the train, yes that was me, no it didn't hurt, but yes I was extremely embarrassed.

Have a nice long weekend!!

Rain rain go away...

For many of us, the journey alone to the train station can be just as traumatic as getting on a train and experiencing some bad luck…

Yesterday, I awoke to torrential rain, and I have a 25 minute walk to the train station in the morning.  So off I set, I have knee high boots on, rain mac, hood, I am ready for rain action.  My umbrella is not, it’s not waterproof, and it breaks, I paid £15 for that TOTES umbrella – it was awful, note for you all, don’t buy the brand TOTES, it’s rubbish.  I had a Primark umbrella and it lasted me years.  I digress.  So I persist with my broken umbrella, flapping about, metal bits sticking in my hair.  Mild mutterings to myself as I plod on.

Don't buy totes umbrellas

As I do so, a wave, yes, a wave of rain water gets splashed all over me from a passing car, I am now soaking.  I get rage, I can feel that small burn inside me, questioning whether I should just turn back and go home.  I don’t.  Instead, I get my phone out, to text my rage and the fact I have been splashed head to toe in dirty rain road water ;-).  I text furiously, whilst holding broken umbrella, and….

Don't walk and text

I walk straight into a road sign post. Tears well up in my eye, I look around to see if anyone has scene, and in fairness, I didn’t hurt myself that much – but wow did I scream with anger!!!

After my mini tantrum, I get to the train station, sit on the train, someone sits next to me even though there are a lot of spaces around everywhere, whatevs. I am sodden and miserable, someone opens a window, to really accentuate the freezing cold temperatures.  I don’t even moan, don’t even ask to shut the window.  I am broken.  On the plus side, I’ve never been so glad to arrive in my lovely warm office – and you don’t hear me say that often!