Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Why Do Trains Hate Me So?

Argh. Trains.
I always get very panicky about trains. Something always seems to go wrong. do you remember this post when I felt like I conquered my fear of getting on trains and  did something very grown up?

Well I think I used up all my 'train luck' on that one return journey, because in the last two weeks I have...

1, Gotten on the wrong train, and almost ended up in London (hour and a half from where I was meant to be)

2, Got squashed into not the nicest smelling man, if you catch my drift

3, A child said to his Dad, "Daddy, I don't like that lady" after I smiled at him

4, Got on the wrong train again, this time however I realised just before it set off to the other end of the country

5, Had another mini panic attack when I saw the sign for somewhere that wasn't where the train was supposed to stop, thinking I'd got on the wrong train again but then realised it wasn't stopping at that stop.

I am still alive though.. So that's something!


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