17:39........ I am sat on the seventeen forty train......wait! What's that? The final whistle before the SLAM! Of the doors
The train is now leaving platform eight from Kings Cross
I am sooooo out of breathe!
Why?
Leaving work a little later than my desired time, I speed walked to Covent Garden dodging the maddening crowd, through the barrier, squashed into the lift surrounded by United Colours of commuters, down the stairs towards the westbound Piccadilly line and on the first train that arrived
I had no choice but to mingled with the BO lovers all stops to Kings Cross!