We arrived at Stevenaged with baited breathe (on my part) and did a mental 'whoopi!' as several seats become vacant
I am happy to say that I am now sitting down

Arrived at Kings Cross underground with four minutes to spare
I scaffled pass commuters with children, commuters with luggages, passing a lone police officer with his 'drug snuffing' dog and made it to the concourse with two minutes on my side
Every carriage I passed looking willingly through the window for a vacant seat.... I should be so f****** lucky!
So here I am standing on the five forty train leaving from platform six
Here's hoping I get a seat at Stevenage!
I certainly won't miss this journey.....and I'll be five thousand one hundred and eighty pounds richer!
I SEE BAGS! SHOES! RETAIL THERAPY.........and the frown on my face turns itself upside down (smile)

Standing at the Eastbound platform two, Piccaddilly line for Kings Cross......
BO lovers' spot near the door is rhe only'spot' for me
My face contorted and practically supported in between a tall middle-aged man's smelly armpit!
Nausea is taking over as I heave and gag.......then I spot a space and head straight towards it......not a moment too soon
In my world I would have projectil vomited all over the smelly B******!

I am sat next to a middle aged suited man playing loud music from his iPhone four
He gets a call and speaks loudly,through his earphones about..... hospital appointments, someone having 'man flu' and so
something being 'more expensive than their Bentley!' blah! blah! blah!
Directly facing me is a clean shaved (head and face) man also listening to music through his iPhone four (quietly, unlike my neighbour)
Sat beside clean shaved man is my female train buddy

08:14.........the train arrives and stops a few metres away from my feet. I pressed it's lit button, it repricicate by opening its mouth and let's us in
Left! Left! Left!
We find seats nearby and settle in for the fifty minutes fast train journey to Kings Cross, stopping only at Stevenage then non stop to Kings Cross

08:12......
"Good morning" chirps a female buddy now joining me at the edge of the platform
"Good morning" I replied
We talk about the humid unbearable weather that had us all tossing and turning in our beds the night before
We talk about the loud thunder that alerted us of Mother Nature's intention for today, talk about 'rumble in the jungle!'
Mother Natured teased with a few spot of drizzle and stopped
We British are well known for our love of 'weather conversing'

05:45........... Brrrrrrr! There goes my unwelcoming visitor, the alarm.....forever screeching, forever wanting, forever needing...... MY ATTENTION!
But alas this morning it's........arm stretched as I silenced it for an extra hour lay-in. Hence me standing on platform four at St Neots' station at five minutes past eight waiting for the eight twenty, sorry, the eight fourteen