Back home and bitching on a train
The time had run out, I was leaving Baldock again. I’ve only spent about 14 nights in the place, which I’m not upset about. It was good to be leaving it again, only if I had been just a few days over Christmas.
My dad drove me down to Paddington which was nice. We listened to music and talked on the way, in this really thick sunshine. It reminded me of silly long drives we used to do to cycling events, though a bit different because we were both wearing suits.
Once at Paddington I hauled my stuff around until I found somewhere to sit. It turned out the only place was the bar at the Hilton, so I treated myself to one whole tap water (because come on, I don’t have that kind of money) whilst I waited the hour or so for my train.
Once on board, it became very clear that the train was gonna be packed to the heavens. Fortunately, I managed to avoid having a neighbour all the way to Reading. The neighbour talked on the phone. The whole way there.
So instead I got down to some editing and emails and other boring things that I do when there really is no other option. It was good to finally get home just because I could find something new to do.











