The Visitor

Another normal day, another normal commute, and I’ve got my normal standing spot by the bin-seat, a useful substitute for when my legs start to give way should one of those very-rare, nearly-never-happen, but-when-they-do-they-take-ages delays occur. And as normal, there’s a latecomer making a desperate lunge for the closing door, having over-slept or poorly planned, … Continue reading The Visitor

The Break-in

‘Mummy, I heard a noise’ Not this again. When Steve’s at home, she sleeps like a log. But when I want to get a good night’s sleep? There’s always something. ‘Darling, I’m sure it’s nothing. Do you need a wee?’ That’s usually it. ‘No Mummy, I definitely heard something. Has Daddy come home?’ ‘No sweetheart, … Continue reading The Break-in

The Benefactor

It’s summer. There’re tourists. And they’re everywhere. Tourists with their over-sized bags, exploiting a luggage-shaped loop hole in the ‘stand on the right’ request. Tourists with their pocket-sized maps, and an unusual need to ask every passenger on the platform if this train stops at Paddington. And tourists with their children, cleverly using them as … Continue reading The Benefactor

The Race

The announcer's voice acts like a starting gun for the well-dressed, middle-aged, suited-and-booted office workers piling through the ticket barrier. 'Ladies & Gentlemen, the train now approaching platform one' On your marks. 'Is the 7.51 Chiltern Railways train' Get set 'To London Marylebone' GO! Isotonic sports coffee in hand, we take our marks. Peter the … Continue reading The Race