I'm in Slough again, deeply disorientated by today's journey. The train left Manchester on time. It arrived in London on time. I walked from Euston to Euston Square, and as I reached the platform the Hammersmith and City tube turned up on time. It reached Paddington without any delays, and when I walked into the main station I found that there was a train due to go to Slough in six minutes. This left on time, and arrived on time.
Three journeys. No delays.
I don't understand.
Speaking of improbably travel adventures, my nephews are in the next room watching Airplane. I first saw it when in school. Religion class as it so happens. However, that, as Doctor Watson would say, is a story for which the world is not yet ready.
Um, I'm going to be making my Christmas cards over the next few days. If you want one, leave a comment... and if you think I might not have your address, mail me or something.
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