What time is this?

Up at 5:30 this morning for a meeting in Reading; I took this on way to the station.

Have you ever sat on a train and listened to other peoples chitter when you've not been able to see what they look like? I was listening to a conversation which started up on the way home between a lady children's author who writes stories about world war 2 and a man. He was recalling various things that had happened during the war, an explosion locally and when he got taken away with his sister, before she got separated from him.

So what image do you have in your mind of them?


I walk passed them to get off the train and noticed the he was transgender, lovely to see but not what I had imagined. Just shows you can't tell everything from just a voice.