So I'm currently sat on a train to London and thought perhaps I could blog on the move. So here goes and expect plenty of spelling mistakes...
Sitting on the platform I was encompassed by first nausea (drank the night before) and then fear and anxiety. I was about to embark on the first long distance train I've been on (though the last time felt by myself anyway with the boyfriend sleeping through it...). Immediately I worried about whether I was getting the right train or not. Whether my suitcase was gonna be able to accompany me and whether I can find my seat available.
As luck would have it though I stumbled across a middle aged man with the voice of Julian Clary and we hit it off. He even offered to buy me a drink! So I'm now on the train and comfortable. Though I tried to fit my 60cm suitcase into my seat area (and failed) and had to resort to wheeling it back through the impatient passengers and dump it perilously on a pile of other suitcases on one of the seats...I'm now living in hope that they're not going to carelessly toss it off the train for being an obstruction...
I was also surprised to see my seat was already taken. But my unexpected knight in woolen jumper saved me from being the harsh one. What's with these split reservation seats anyway?
But we've now pulled into Doncaster, my fellow passenger has taken off after snoring in a rather dramatic manner (me and the guy across the aisles threw each other an amused look before simultaneously plugging in our headphones to block the sound out) to a better seat he says.
Finally, a little bit of breathing space now that I'm just under halfway to my destination...
Sitting on the platform I was encompassed by first nausea (drank the night before) and then fear and anxiety. I was about to embark on the first long distance train I've been on (though the last time felt by myself anyway with the boyfriend sleeping through it...). Immediately I worried about whether I was getting the right train or not. Whether my suitcase was gonna be able to accompany me and whether I can find my seat available.
As luck would have it though I stumbled across a middle aged man with the voice of Julian Clary and we hit it off. He even offered to buy me a drink! So I'm now on the train and comfortable. Though I tried to fit my 60cm suitcase into my seat area (and failed) and had to resort to wheeling it back through the impatient passengers and dump it perilously on a pile of other suitcases on one of the seats...I'm now living in hope that they're not going to carelessly toss it off the train for being an obstruction...
I was also surprised to see my seat was already taken. But my unexpected knight in woolen jumper saved me from being the harsh one. What's with these split reservation seats anyway?
But we've now pulled into Doncaster, my fellow passenger has taken off after snoring in a rather dramatic manner (me and the guy across the aisles threw each other an amused look before simultaneously plugging in our headphones to block the sound out) to a better seat he says.
Finally, a little bit of breathing space now that I'm just under halfway to my destination...
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