06:55......... Raine (my feista) is looking sad and frozen, iced back, front and sides
After a couple of minutes scrapping, I drove off in the bitter darkness that surrounds St Neots
Nope!......No space at usual spot........ Doh!
Yep!....... A tight squeeze at second option and five minutes to get to St Neots station. My namesake was in front of me at the entrance of the station's hub. Not one for shouting in public, I managed to catch up with her at the bottom of the first set of steps
"Good morning" A gentle tug on her faux fur coat
She turns and smiles
"Good morning"
"Did you manage to park on Blah! Blah! Blah!
"No...... I got a lift in"