Singing in the rain (have a banana)

24Apr07

So, second day of not “feeling the love” for our favourite Commuter Friend. I don’t think it is a case of actively going off him so much as just being none-too-fussed right now. And only the other day he was super in my eyes. Well, that is women-folk for you.

I think it was a combination of factors that led to me behaving in an odd manner this morning. Ah yes, you will be shocked at my antics, I can assure you.

As regulars will know, I am a stickler for routine on the commutes in and out of London. Where the rest of life is concerned, I can hack changes (although I may grumble about them), I don’t necessarily plan things to the finest detail and sometimes I am, dare-I-say, spontaneous even. But not too much. Steady on there. Don’t get too excited.

So, it will strike you as odd (and indeed, it has struck me as baffling as the day has worn on) that when I got to the station (late again) this morning things did not go to the usual set-your-watch-by-it plan.

Well, first up, as I just mentioned, I was late. This is becoming a bit of a regular occurrence. It comes down to not having the morning lift to the station and having taken a week off hence becoming unaccustomed to getting up at such an ungodly hour of the morning to give ample time to get to my spot. I think. I used to like arriving at the station at 7.17am. Indeed, I still do like it. But I don’t care so much if I don’t. I don’t care so much if I arrive a little later and have to wait while the rear portion of the train is attached, or if I miss my place in the morning queue to get onto the train, or if I don’t get a particular seat. Told you it was odd.

Secondly, today when I finally made it down there, I didn’t go through the ticket barriers with my ticket in the normal way. Instead, feeling lazy, I flashed my pass at the man on the gate and made him let me through. Well, he wasn’t doing anything. Let him earn his wages. Usually I go through the barriers and I have this nifty little arm action that I do when I grab up my ticket as the gate opens so that I don’t bosh my arm on it. This looks cool and makes me happy (it doesn’t take much really).

Thirdly, I didn’t go to the usual carriage – home of Sun Man, Lady With The Orange Bag, Winchy Commuter Boy (who was missing all last week, and continues to be missing this week, I do believe although I don’t know for certain today as I didn’t get onto the normal carriage) and Winchester Arty Girl (who after a week long absence, appeared to have returned, at least yesterday morning anyway, again I cannot comment for today). Instead I fancied a bit of a holiday – a jaunt even, an adventure! Oh the prospect of moving away from Little City has ignited the risk taker in me! So, I walked to the second carriage and travelled up to work in this carriage instead.

I would like to take a moment to point out that the second carriage “feels” different from the fourth. How? No idea. It just does. And that is that. I don’t think I like it so much as the fourth carriage and will revert to the old routine tomorrow.

All this has got me thinking. I do wonder if my recent attitude change regarding dear Sun Man and today’s decision to sit elsewhere is a manifestation of an inner change of mindset, one that is altering on a subconscious level and filtering through into my real life via these out-of-character behaviours? Perhaps I am really preparing myself mentally for the coming detachment that moving will result in. Or perhaps it is just me being a bit odd(er than usual).

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