Sat on the 18:10 platform one at Kings Cross. It's wet, dark and misery out but at least it's not snowing or ice! I'm one of the lucky ones who managed to get a seat. I'm sat next to a big bespectacled man (not fat, just tall and big!)
He's got his briefcase on his lap and doing the crosswords in the Evening Standard....... Well not suceeding (he's yet to write something). I wish I could see the clue but alas my eyesight is not as good as it used to be
After approximately three minutes he gives up and is now doing something similar to a crossword but crosses...... It's called 'Battleships' not quite sure how you play it though! I look out of the window and watch an empty train whizz by. I am bored and slightly peckish