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The Male Blond

Posted: March 27, 2015 in charity, general, work
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Yesterday, I suggest that the day would be a heavy day,with heavy legs, head, heart etc. Well, in the end the day wasn’t so bad after all. Today however is quite the opposite. Today, I have a light head made of air: yep, I’m an airhead.

I reached the station this morning just after 05:30 to catch the 05:46 and sat in my car, biting my nails and playing candy crush when I suddenly realised I had left my rail ticket, my ID and my wallet on the kitchen table. Quick as a flash, I finished Candy Crush, never leave a game unfinished, and dashed home. Dashed indoors got everything (almost) I should have had in the first place, dashed back to the car and dashed back to the station. The trains imminent arrival, i.e. not late (go #fgw, go), was just being announced as I got out my car and so made the train comfortably.

I arrived in the office shortly after 07:30, sat down with my porridge when it was pointed out to me that it was Wear a Hat Day and I suggested that the whole team should wear a hat. You’ve probably guessed it by now, the reason I said almost earlier was because I should also have collected my hat. I was by now reduced to wondering what I could wear.

I rummaged in my rucksack and found a napkin I’d stolen from a restaurant and though, maybe a knotted hanky! then I remembered an old cycle helmet so I cut off the straps and tried that, but no, that wasn’t going to work either. In the end, off I trotted to John Lewis, bought a hat, some little chicks and a string of daffs (plastic and made an Easter Hat but now, that just looks girly.

Punishment Hat

In the end, I reduced it down to its original form and now I have my Hat for Wear a Hat Day. What are you doing?

So, there I am, sitting in the office melting and finding it difficult to breath [COPD sucks]. I played the sensible option (I thought) and called it a day and headed off early to get an early train.
Arriving at Paddington in good time, I checked the platform app to see that the 16:36 was ready on Platform 3. I got on, having confirmed the stickers in the window that it was actually going to Exeter, via Hungerford, and settled down.
After 10 minutes, everybody gets off. Apparently they’ve changed their mind and my train is now on Platform 4. So now, I have to scrabble my way round, along with the world and his wife to the Correct Train’ – the train on 3 is now going to Swansea.
Again, I settle down and get my breath back having managed to find a seat.
Guess what? This naffing train has broken but they’re trying to fix it.
Guess what? No such luck. They can’t fix it so we now all have to get off and dash to Platform effing 8.
Don’t worry #fgw, I made it. I even managed to get a seat: unlike so many extra passengers who have been shoehorned on the train. ( as the train was still at the station ).
How do I feel? Totally drained and knackered. I’d have been better of staying work and coping with rush hour. #fgw, you really are priceless. And to think, I pay you over £5000 per year for this privilege. Monopolies (that’s what the rail system is) don’t work.