slow breakfast this morning because I needed to be in the office for
7. As it turned out, I needn't have bothered because there were Issues
with the data I was supposed to be using. As the day progressed,
things got a little better.
After the five o'clock conference call, there were a couple of things
to do before I left. Unfortunately, I missed the 18.08 train by just a
whisker, if indeed it ran at all. I'm now on the 18.17 to Lime Street,
which is very full and running late. I don't remember when I was last
on a train that was completely declassified. I'm now sitting in Coach
G, though I was standing as far as MK. I got talking to a small group
of younger people, who were kind enough get me some stuff as they
ventured through the train to get supplies, so I have benefitted from
delivery of a beer, a sandwich and a flapjack, while they have
benefitted from a used Evening Standard with a review of Neil Young's
concert last weekend, with photograph. It all brightens up an
otherwise quite lonely journey. By now, I'd hope to be at Crewe
normally, but as it is, we're not even at Stafford. And a warm welcome
to any new readers. You know who you are.
And in about an hour and a half, David will be arriving at Vancouver
Int'l Airport. That will be about the same time I get home. I've heard
from him a few times, generally asking permission or forgiveness for
using a card on my account.
Stafford. Here it is. I remember that the station used to be
overlooked by the Stafford Grinding Wheel Company, which doesn't seem
to be there any longer. In the twilight gloom, I see a southbound
train at another platform.