I got on the wrong train this morning. I got to London Bridge early
and gleefully hopped on a direct train that right past my stop.
Doh! I only was about fifteen minutes late, but it was 15 minutes
that I felt like a dolt.
The ticket man on the train, who normally wouldn’t buy a story like
that, looked me up and down and bought my story. Thank God.
We had a great time in the country this weekend with relatives.
Can’t wait to do it again.
So it is back to the weekly grind, exhausted.