I get home and park up, I have ten minutes to get changed and out of the door.
Wow I beat the train.
As I look down I consider, this is the world we live in.
And yet while the inside of the trains are still green,
The lampposts outside are now orange.
And the handrailing.
At Rugeley Trent valley they seam to have forgotten these on the top of the bridge.
I manage to find some orange though.
I wait for my slow train
while the fast ones fly by.
I think, I’m getting cold.
At the station I meat my brother and Yousiff. We head to the pub where hopefully there are two others.
I look around…..
And here is Phil
And Rog. We have tea together, a few beers, a few more beers, which are then followed by yet more beers.
The evening is grand, the evening is wonderful.