New Commute Route
Luce Smith, Features Writer
Oh dear. It's Monday morning, and it's been a great weekend. The train's on time, and I'm lucky enough to get a seat.
Waiting at the penultimate station stop, a passenger behind realises that it's actually his stop, so gets up and makes a mad dash for it. however, he is carrying a drink, which spills out all over the passengers on my side of the train, including me. Ah well, who doesn't need more coffee on a Monday morning?! That's what I think, until I start wiping it off. I inhale, only to realise that my Friday night has returned. It's beer. Grim. How on earth do I explain
this to my colleagues at work, as to why I honk of beer?
I brave my new commute on Tuesday. It starts off with an early 2.5mile walk, then a local train, then the main train to leeds. I allow myself enough time for the walk, but end up freezing on the platform, and being very remote, there's no coffee serving place or machine.
It's ok, will adjust my departure time tomorrow. The train is on time, and we arrive at platform number two. 5 minutes to get under the subway to my final leg of the commute.
It's on time! Hoorah!
Snow? Rain? Hail? I don't have the funds to go on holiday again to escape this bizarre weather, please, let's all be nice to each other and hope that God will send that big yellow round thing up in the sky. I didn't take my chances today, extra layer of clothing, vest number two in the bag, and sensible shoes. Oh, and an umbrella. That should cover all eventualities. If not I will have to trail round charity shops at the weekend for a bigger bag!
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Sat on the train, I was next to two girls who were sat with their hoods up, playing on their pink mobile phones. They had just got back from Turkey and feeling the cold. They'd also been feeling their new friend's bare feet on the aeroplane, which set them off in giggles. He was a hottie but after checking him out on Facebook, discovered he had over 3000 friends so might be a bit of an idiot. Such fun.
Coming back, I'd forgotten just how rammed the trains got, and stood there in the doorway unable to move my feet. A guy next to me kept apologising for moving, but he had to scratch his nose. He did this several times, and with no additional elbow room, it's no easy task!
Fido has just got on the train. It was Fido wasn't it, the guy from the 7-up advert? He must be absolutely freezing and feel like he has a bird on his head. Or perhaps that's the look he was going for? I feel like I am pretty boring stood next to him. Maybe I need to jazz my appearance up a bit, blue hair maybe? Tattoo on face? I'll have a think.
Today, I had a conversation with a fellow commuter, and you won't believe this, but he started it, not me! Lovely chap, talking about the minus one temperatures and how late the trains get, and how annoying it is when customer service staff always appear to know nothing. Helpful.
All I need now, is to finish the week with another lager spill, and life's complete! Such fun!
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New Commute Route, 30th April 2016, 17:34 PM