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16Apr07

And so it is back to the daily grind. Bugger. Already, two shoddy things have happened. Already! I mean!

On arriving at the station (that I have discovered I really didn’t miss in the slightest), I nearly went flying arse over tit. The “welcome” mat was all higgledy-piggledy and I was hunting in my bag for the bloody pass and tripped over it. I don’t mean a little trip either, ooooh no. I mean a GREAT BIG and rather loud leap and thud type movement. That the entire station noticed. Even over on platform 4, I swear! So I had a go at the man by the gate, telling him that someone should sort it out before a customer breaks their neck and sues. Then I spent a good minute or two wishing that I hadn’t managed to stop myself falling over because then I could have a made a right hoohah and done a Ms Mayers and tried to wrangle some cash outta them. Oh my, I am feeling rather poor at the moment. I am incredibly tempted to return the purchases from my shopping spree the other day – I mean, who needs clothes really?

So, that was annoyance numero uno. Followed by number two (unsurprisingly, for that is counting for you). As mentioned yesterday, I was intending on catching the earlier train this morning in an attempt to get to work on time should The Engineering Works have overrun (as was expected by all passengers with brains, I should imagine). And indeed I did. This did, of course, mean that the Return To Work was without the joys of Sun Man, Lady With The Orange Bag and Winchy Commuter Boy but I recall Sun Man saying he was taking today and tomorrow off anyway (I think it is his birthday today so Happy Birthday to him if it is, not that he reads this – or at least I bloody hope not because that would be dead weird and he would think that I am dead weird too, which I suppose is true really – and I guess it was a small price to pay for not being late. Anyway, I digress. So, bleary-eyed and digging the sleep outta the corners (latest Bad Habit along with drinking the milk from the carton and failing to use coathangers when the floor will suffice), I plopped into any old seat. Yeah, I know!! One week away from it and my routine goes all over the place and I will sit just about anywhere. Mind you, it was busier today than I remember, and I suspect that I wasn’t the only one worried that we would end up stranded around Basingstoke (which is a pretty awful place to be stranded, but better than Woking).

And guess what? We were on time.

Herumpf.

Well, I know what you’re thinking: “That bloody Blue, never happy. The trains are late, she grumbles about it; The trains are busy, she moans at length; The trains have children on them, she stomps her foot; And now when they are running on time, not a hiccup at all, she still complains!” Yes, yes. So shoot me. Of course, it is great that SWT did what I pay them all that money for every month and run their train services to timetable. It’s super that I was at work early rather than late. But, hang on a tick. Re-read that second sentence there. I’ll “say” it again (Sam, no, no, sorry that is “play”): It’s super that I was at work early rather than late. See. There is the problem. Word number 8 (or 9 if you prefer “it” and “is” to be separate). I don’t like early. Not when it cost me a half hour in bed. Meh. It was the lead head thing…

Coupled with Crazy Lunatic Woman Over The Road throwing things at her boyfriend for HOURS last night. As amusing as it was to watch, peeping through the curtains at 2am (”I am a nosy neighbour”) I could’ve done with the shut eye more. Although I did laugh out loud when she when to smack him one with something and missed and hit the light instead, plunging them both into darkness. Cue even more shouting. Ho ho ho. It’s always the little things that make life worth it.

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