08:20.......... The train slowing stops at my feet and like an obedient husband (did I hear a chuckle?) it opens it's doors and welcomes us St Neotsians unto its warm embrace
There are no train buddies this morning, not even our prodigal train buddy
I am sat next to a rather chunky middle-aged man, with peppered short hair, reading glasses on top of his head
He holds a Blackberry mobile phone in his right had and squints intensity at its face.........sometimes drawing it closer to his face and sometimes pulling it away, all the while, his chunky fingers are tap tap taping away