Monday, 15th June 2020.
I was expecting more people returning to work but Staines station has three people on it……,and I’m one of them.
I also don’t see any mandatory mask wearing going on.
The housing people better have gone back to work!
It was a hot and sweaty day but things are still very quiet on the travelling front. I doubt anyone can be bothered to work anymore. I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to.
Tuesday, 16th June 2020.
I was trying to work out why I was so tired when I got in yesterday. It wasn’t until this morning I realised that I didn’t have any coffee yesterday,…..at all!
This was due to the Starbucks in Paddington being shut.
I’ve made my own today.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Its all I seem to do.
I often wonder, if all my hatred and anger went away, would I die? Is it the only thing that keeps me going?
I only wonder because when I look past all that, I don’t see anything else.
Just an empty shell.
It was another shit and busy day in Paddington. Although I did remember to buy a travelling beer for the train home.
Wednesday, 17th June 2020.
Fuck! I hate being early for the train. Or, I hate waiting on the platform. Loitering around. Wearing a mask to appease the natives. All that jazz…….or jizz?
Any minute now shitboots will arrive.
Shitboots is a girl/woman I see on the platform everyday. Her face to ankle appearance is of someone who has spent her life sitting in meadows, picking flowers and singing to herself in a wispy voice. Ankle down is a pair of old workboots absolutely covered in shit.
No. I was wrong. First came “The Good Life”. A guy who gave up choosing suits and haircuts back in the 70’S.
I think his haircut is a number 6.
Thank fuck the trains arrived.
My mask smells like nut oil.
I thought it was muggy outside until I got on the Sherlock! It’s like a fucking sauna down here. Luckily, I’ve only got three friends today.
Thursday, 18th June 2020.
Beautiful rain. Washing everything away.
It smells too good to wear a mask right now. If you grew up here you know. This smells like home.
They have definitely got the heating on in the tube station. Are they fucking mental? It’s not really helping my mood either. I hate finishing late.
At least it’s payday tomorrow and I don’t have to go to Paddington. I have a nice little job down Old Park Lane.
Friday, 19th June 2020.
I’ll be more excited once I get off the Jubilee line. It’s pretty busy. I nearly had to stand!
And, my god, its hot!