Did I say, WE talked?
Hell no! He did ninety percent of the talking....... Thank God the train arrived when it did otherwise there may have been a fatality at St Neots (homicide or suicide, not quite sure which)

Standing at platform four waiting for the eight twenty fast train to Kings Cross
"Cold this morning?"
"Very!" I replied, not quite sure whether it was a question or a statement
"Aye!"
The middle-aged grey haired gentleman begins to chat. He has a broad Scottish accent
"I don't actually mind this.....
"Oh!"
"It's the rain I don't like" And he continues to chat...... More a one-sided chat
Talk about verbal d*********+*!
"We've not long moved there" He says, pointing at the building site across platform four rail tracks
"Oh!"
"We're from Scotland"
I would never have guessed!!!!!
We talk about the fledging house prices, we talk about the extra bridge plan for St Neots's station, we talk about the price of train fares until the train arrives and I quickly got a seat, took off my coat, scarf and gloves

07:55........ It's a bright morning albeit 'finger tip' cold
Lady luck is in my favour as a large parking space welcome me; a gap for a least three cars...... Yes!
I parked with ease and walked the five minutes walk to the station
08:04........ Waited at St Neots' hub for warmth

Sandy....... I mentally wave three commuters off and told the breeze to p*** off! AGAIN!
St Neots next and it's going to be a fight between me and the breeze.....
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
But we all know who's going to win eh!
I'm putting on my coat, scarf and gloves ready to face my two enemies; the darkness and the bitter breeze!

This is a slow train......
Finsbury Park........passed
Stevenage.........passed
Hitchin.......just passing. I'm left with a handful of 'worst for wear' commuters!
Everytime the doors open the cold air sneaks in aaaaawwwwwhhhh!
Arlesley came and went without a murmur
Biggleswade........ Commuters out, cold breeze in......
Cold breeze....... Why don't you p*** off and blow somewhere else!

21:20..........sat in the twenty one twenty two to Peterborough
Tonight I did a detour from St James's Park station to Green Park station
Why?
I was invited to attend the Japanese Embassy for an evening with Haiku poet, Japanese Cultural Envoy, Ms Madoka Mayuzmi 'HAIKU: The Heart of Japan in 17 Syllables....... An hour and a half of cultural discovery. Until recently, I had never hear of Haiku.
I love reading and writing poetry and getting an insight in something new, something different was so refreshing, invigorating to say the least
What is this new love?
Haiku.........by name
Short poem.......by nature
It's the world's shortest poem consisting of just 17 syllables
Yep! You heard..........just 17 syllables
In my world........Minimalism of all things
Minimanilism of Mother Nature and all that surrounds us
After the final recital, we mingled. They fed us sushi and watered us with white wine, red wine and juice

08:09............ Standing at the platform edge, on the southbound Victoria line, when along comes a.........train!
Standing room only. I started off standing with the BO lovers and upgraded at Euston station, where several commuters disembark. Warren street station comes and goes, with me still standing!
Oxford Circus next...... I may or may not get a seat..........train is slowing down........train is stopping, doors opens, doors closes and.......... Maybe not a seat!
Lady luck is not in my side this morning