Strange Train Feeling
Recently, on a trip to the great capital of London, I found myself feeling very strange indeed. I couldn’t work out why. Here was how my day had gone:
1) I had awoken with no particular strange thoughts on my mind. Breakfast was alright, you might even say uplifting, and I had no bad dreams to ponder.
2) I boarded the train – changing once at the ever so delightful ’Norwich’ – and arrived in London to great busy and hustle-and-bustleness. Something felt wrong and yet it felt also so right. This was when I started to feel very strange and couldn’t for the life of me work out why so–
3) The day went on as days generally do when you have a meeting about something you care very little about, but is apparently good for business (in this case one concerning Hair Restoration ); by that I mean that I went to the meeting and then I left the meeting, and I wished I hadn’t been to the meeting, of course (also because I was starting to think that I was loosing my hair, due to talking about loosing hair so much…). Then I found myself feeling strange again–but not knowing why–
It was as the announcement came (I was at the underground by then) that I realized why I had felt strange: I hadn’t been delayed once during the day, and that was what I was missing! That was what felt strange! And I knew what delays were, I can tell you. Every single time I’d come to London before that day (though I should say I hadn’t visited the capital since they sorted the trains out and made them run on time) I’d been made furious with rage by the trains ruining my day and making it run three or four hours late.