07:10........ A sombre walk through the barrier, up the steps, across the bridge and down the steps, where we joined two more train buddies; long tall J and our honorary female buddy, the good doctor
"Good morning"
"Good morning"
"Bad news I'm afraid"
"What?"
"I got a text from ***** something about 'not looking good for us in St Neots...... so I'm guessing there's no seat this morning..........a repeat of yesterday morning then"
More buddies arrive, then the train slowly makes its way to platform four and invites us in
Surprise! Surprise! There are no vacant seats. I found myself occupying the rack AGAIN!
First Capital Connect our robbing their commodore.......... I'm paying £
five thousand, one hundred and sixty pounds a year for this service!
Programmes expose 'dodgy builders' etc............
First Capital Connect....... You Are A DODGY one too!

06:55........ No luck parking at my first option so a quick detour to my second option where I found a spot and park
"Cold morning?"
"Yes......very cold indeed!"
"Roll on summer"
A random conversation with a local
07:05...... Arrived at St Meots station, spotted a male train buddy and headed towards him
"Good morning"
"Good morning"
We stayed in the hub for five minutes and chatted

17;40......... Platform eight. Sat with two train buddies, Long tall J and one of my adopted daughters. Introduced to another female St Neotsian who's also my namesake ........ There are now four of us in total
We're like...,.growing in numbers!!!!
Wr chatted all tje way to St Neots, interrupted only when we had to go out separate ways

My nightmare journey on the Victoria line commences..........
My normal entrance was a 'no go area' and myself and fellow commuters were ushered along to another entrance. On reaching the underground, there was no entry through tje usual barriers but instead, we were ushered, once again, like sheep to the slaughter, to another direction 
Tightly squeezed like a tight knit jumper I glided along with the other sheep 

Platform seven........Kings Cross station and the beginning of a new working week
Then I remember......... it's also the beginning of a year of hell at Victoria station (something to do with renovation of escalators!
F***! F***! F***!
I really don't know how my journey will be affected........ Watch this space, I say!
Southbound Victoria line train to Brixton arrives, offering standing room only!
I train surf in the middle aisle
Euston station arrives and goes, then Warren Street, followed by Oxford Circus where several commuters disembark
"Would you like to seat?" I offered
"No, you have it"
"Thank you"
Another gentleman.........
"Just a reminder of escalator works at Victoria. If you cannot walk up the stairs please change here" (Grren Park)
I'm walking mate!

Now standing on platform four.
Three more train buddies arrive and join in the conversation......... Weekend shenanigans et al
07:16....... A platform alteration sees a mad dash to platform three, not a good sign
The train arrives with a sly grin on it's face. The door slides open and invites us in. There is 'no room in the inn' however I manage to secure a seat on the luggage rack
Just as the train steams fast into Stevenage, one of our male buddie from another station kindly offered his seat
"Do you want to do a swap?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes........quickly, before the train stops and someone takes it"
So we did a quick swap. What a gentleman!

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"