Saturday was one of those days when I probably should have stayed in bed and written the day off to feeling rubbish but I didn’t – I got up, got dressed and via church to drop our house guest off headed for the train station – today was going to be an adventure all the same.
I got the train station and stood in front of the automated ticket machine – it always confuses me as to whether or not I’ve picked the correct one so I got into the queue and went to the counter – the chap was lovely. It was £20 for my ticket to London including tube travel – clearly there is a benefit for being on a train at 8:20 on a Saturday morning.
I grabbed a bottle of water and a pain au chocolate from the coffee stand and went to the platform (having realised that I hadn’t properly looked at the departure board to know which platform my train was leaving from I headed for 2 and 3 as that’s the normal place that the London train leaves from.)
I got on the train and looked for a seat I usually would have gone for a seat next to a table. Well I got on the train and walked past a lady knitting – I headed for a table seat the row in front of her but then I decided I go for a window seat on the other side so that I could pluck up the courage and talk about her knitting. I got a bit of a vibe that I should be talking to her but I wasn’t really sure where this is coming from. Her scarf was pretty cool and looked loopy like this one.
I sat myself down and in all honesty chickened out. But actually it wouldn’t be the end of the road for this conversation. The lady stopped knitting and got up and asked the girls in front of me if there was a buffet bit. She went for a wander up the train and then came back. A little while later the refreshment trolley came past.
I looked up on Twitter so see what people were tweeting about the getting to #cnmac11 and what they were looking forward to.
I then saw this one
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Okay so this fits with what was said while were on the train. Followed by this one shortly after the tea trolley had been past.
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Well look at that! Okay so what’s the chances that there would be another train heading to #cnmac11 that had the tea trolley pass – well of course I had to reply – for all I knew it could be the start of something fab.
