Stationary

Hanging round the station waiting to go home. It wasn't much fun, and rather than just saying the train was going to be 30 minutes late allowing us all to go for coffees or pints as the mood took us the departure board instead showed the expected time as being 5 minutes ahead of the actual time for the whole 30 minutes.

had a rather lovely lunch with my Mum and Sister in Cramlington Vllage's San Lorenzo which would probably have made better subject matter but I was too busy gassing to remember. And between the wine with lunch and pint of cider with a cheeky sambuca chaser I nearly forgot to go for the train, which as it turned out wouldn't have been much of a problem.