Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Just how much worse can it get?


I leave the house in the morning at 7am as usual, and look up. The clouds are moving really fast although down here the air is calm and the moon is shining brightly. This is not a good sign.


I get the train and I’m reading my book avidly, flicking through the pages just like I used to.


I am making some real progress now after starting this book back in January, and its not that I don’t want to read it, or that I was not enjoying it. It was just having the time to sit, relax and absorb the written words.


Later that morning I go to a site meeting somewhere in Wales. The views are nice and the weather fine.


So you can expect my surprise that after a blusty gale, some rain and a bit of hale for a short period of time in Birmingham, that when I went to the station at 5pm on that sunny evening that


all the trains where delayed. I’m a bit lost on this delayed thing, as things seemed to get to 87 minutes delayed and then would suddenly be cancelled. More worryingly the trains to Walsall seemed to just disappear without any warning or announcement.


time goes by and more things are cancelled on the tanhoy.


And even with the London Midland app I began to think that if it didn’t say expected then it was actually expected to be cancelled. And my trains without expected written next to them obviously just weren’t expected, they just didn’t come, no announcement or anything, they just disappeared from the board and phone screen!


Eventually I give up. I call my boss to see if he is still in the office and willing to take me home.


Back at my desk it was nice to see my LED lights had come on.


Sometime latter I got home. I got some chips from across the road and cooked up some eggs to go with it. One of my favourite dishes to cheer me up. Wow I was tired. My parents came round for a while and once they had left


I started doing the important filing I had put off for so long. Why I don’t know but I do like these things to be put in order and only now do I realise that I have forgotten number 7. Once done and finished I feel much better for it. It is all clearer  now, but I am one tired teddy.


I switch off, get my book out of my bag and head to bed, perhaps I can read a few more pages, I’m keen to see where all this is leading – as if I don’t know.


"Nowhere Near The End Of the Rainbow"
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 Near The End Of The Rainbow

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