I had to fight my way through the concourse to find out which platform to go to......platform eight..... Nine minutes before departure so again, no rush. A brisk walk took me to platform eight and onto the usual carriage....... Only one seat left and it had my name on it...... then I spot one of my 'adopted' daughter
"Hello, are you feeling better?" I asked
"Not really"
Poor thing I thought....... then I spot a male train buddy siting directly behind her and we exchanged "Hi's" and waves before settling in the seat next to a middle-aged man who was engrossed in his Evening Standerd newspaper
There a a handful of commuters standing.
It's so quiet apart from the rustling of newspapers and the rumbling of the train