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Tubey goodness
I thought that I’d had a decent night’s sleep when I woke up, but now I’m not so sure.
I rarely drag myself out of my pit with a spring in my step and I am almost never bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the first hour or so, even on the best days. For all that it felt as though I’d slept well, though I am vaguely conscious of waking up briefly around dawn. It was the journey in that made me think otherwise.
As is my custom, I dozed on the Northern Line (This is usually a defence mechanism against rampant overcrowding, but this time of year with holidays and all, it’s just habit) between Totteridge & Whetstone and Camden Town. The next thing I knew I was waking again and the train was pulling into another station.
So I piled off in a panic.
Mornington Crescent. Bugger.
I’d forgotten I was on the Charing Cross branch and had assumed I was at Euston. Happily the next train was only a minute behind, but even so…
Coffee; it’s the only answer.
In other news, Sainsbury’s hole in the wall wouldn’t give me any cash, so I am going to have to find a Barclays at lunchtime. Drat. How did we cope before cash machines?
I rarely drag myself out of my pit with a spring in my step and I am almost never bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the first hour or so, even on the best days. For all that it felt as though I’d slept well, though I am vaguely conscious of waking up briefly around dawn. It was the journey in that made me think otherwise.
As is my custom, I dozed on the Northern Line (This is usually a defence mechanism against rampant overcrowding, but this time of year with holidays and all, it’s just habit) between Totteridge & Whetstone and Camden Town. The next thing I knew I was waking again and the train was pulling into another station.
So I piled off in a panic.
Mornington Crescent. Bugger.
I’d forgotten I was on the Charing Cross branch and had assumed I was at Euston. Happily the next train was only a minute behind, but even so…
Coffee; it’s the only answer.
In other news, Sainsbury’s hole in the wall wouldn’t give me any cash, so I am going to have to find a Barclays at lunchtime. Drat. How did we cope before cash machines?