My cough is starting to annoy me. Had it a couple of weeks and it got worse whilst we were on the Isle of Man. Feel sorry for others around me. During covid they would all have backed off with deep suspicion. I will self isolate in the shed when I get home 🙂
Add the cough to the fact that I still only have my sunglasses means I will very much be glad to get home. I’m typing this with the doc zoomed in to make the font larger and thus readable without my specs. Today’s meetings were called off due to train strikes so I am heading nowf earlier than expected and should indeed be in Lincoln before THG who is driving across from the Wirral.
I am now settled comfortably at my usual seat E5 on the ten oh six. Table to myself, as it should be. Conductor was quick out of the blocks this morning and came to check my ticket as soon as we pulled out of the station. He asked to see my railcard. I told him that was a rare event as mostly I was not asked this. Apparently I booked using a 16 – 25 railcard which is what aroused his suspicion. Checked the App and he is right. Dunno how that happened but all is well. Probs wishful thinking on my part.
Just sucking on a throat lozenge which will be the cue for my bacon sandwich to arrive. I traded the hotel breakfast for catching the 10.06. On this occasion it is a bit of a shame as the Hoxton breakfast looks infinitely better than the crap dished out by Hilton. When this year is out I might be tempted to stay at a Hoxton more often.
Woman ran along the platform at Stevenage but the train doors had already shut. As we rolled past her she was gesturing at a member of staff. It is a bit of a nuisance for her if she is bound for Lincoln as the next direct train is not for two hours. Slifejim.
It’s good to be going home. Been away for twelve days. Not quite the marathon that was France last autumn but these trips are always full on and take a bit of recovery time. We won’t have much recovery time really as there is a big party on in Lincoln next weekend with hannah and Lois’ joint 30th birthday bash. We will have a houseful with sofas even being bagsied as the bedrooms are all taken.
There’s a Virgin Atlantic pilot sat at the front of this carriage. Talking business. I try not to do that on the train. Firstly the signal ain’t that reliable and then I don’t want to disturb other passengers. There’s also the issue of trade secrets being overheard I suppose 🙂 Last time THG stayed at the Dibbinsdale Hotel there was a woman talking loudly on a conference call over breakfast. THG started to drop cutlery on the table making a lot of noise. The other woman was heard to say “hang on I’m just going to move to somewhere less noisy”. Result.
The land north of Peterborough looks to be agriculturally rich. Many of the fields are brown and harrowed suggesting they have just been planted for the new growing season. Onward ploughs the train.
Went to the Hermanos Gutierrez gig last night. They were alright. Had plenty of fans in the audience and the gig was sold out. Their stuff was all instrumental and one song sounded very much like another, at least to me. Imagine an evening of spaghetti western derived music and you are there.
What made me think of it was the fact that I get a lot of posts on Facebook from the likes of Live Nation. This is fine. I follow them to find out about interesting gigs. The problem is I haven’t heard of most of the bands. Some of them appear to have been around a long time. The point is if their music was that good some of the songs would very much be in the public consciousness. Let it Be, Get Back, Hey Jude, stuff like that. Everyone knows them.
Maybe I’m being unfair. I daresay the music is a good bop.
Thassitfornow, bloody cough.
PS the milkman came at three fifty nine this morning.