Wednesday, 19th June 2019.
We attempted the 06.29 this morning. As suspected, it was full when it arrived in Staines. We squeezed on anyway, and stood.
Luckily, the Bakerloo was empty when we got on it.
I just about squeezed one last train fare from the last credit card with any money on it.
I put my invoice in. This will be the first full week I’ve had since the beginning of May.
Nothing has happened today. Not one thing.
Thursday, 20th June 2019.
Today’s choice of train is being determined by whether I can see empty seats on it. It definitely won’t be the first one in. The platform is pretty Popular.
Of course I’d have let the pregnant girl sit down……..if I had eyes in the back of my fucking head!
The Emilia Fox looking woman glared at everyone. I could tell that she regretted giving up her seat. She had to concentrate on guilt tripping everyone else in the surrounding seats, as I was wearing sunglasses, headphones and creepily smiling and nodding to myself like an escaped mental patient.
I wonder if this would be an appropriate time to ask her for her phone number?
I’ve just had the first Kentucky Fried Chicken in probably 5 years!
I’ll probably be leaving it another 5 before having another.
The opportunity came up to work on Saturday and I have said yes, even though I promised myself I wouldn’t. Greed, my friends, greed.
God giveth. God taketh away again.
Yep. You guessed it. The Saturday has been cancelled. We are gonna do it tomorrow instead. Oh well, at least I won’t have to endure the train tomorrow.