Train Wine & Soreen

So I've done a lot of over time at work lately and not had time to blog, but I'm using the time on the train wisely by writing a little post. This week in work has been pretty stressful so I decided to treat myself to an M&S glass of wine. Buying this handy lunch box size glass with a foil lid was the best idea for a train treat ever. What I didn't realise, was that I had drank the whole glass before the 1st stop oooops!!! Now I'm really wishing I had bought a second glass. 

Having a stressful week at work makes me feel so old. In past jobs I have still felt like a spring chicken come Friday but this week has made me feel middle aged. Im starting to be more conscious of how old I'm getting. My legs ache when I have sat at my work desk for too long, my eye sight is deteriorating at a scarily fast rate and I wear comfortable shoes. 

I have also started to worry about silly things like planning how much sleep I need for the day and wondering if I have enough snacks in my handbag come a snack emergency. 

Recently I went to a wedding which I knew I would only be at for a couple of hours. I spent so long getting ready that I had no time for lunch so I put a mini soreen loaf in my clutch bag. My boyfriend thought I was a crazy handbag hoarder but I knew we could be stuck in a situation where there was no food and I am not a happy hungry person. Turns out that we weren't there long enough for me to turn in to a crazed starved beast. 

Not buying any food for this train was defo not a good idea. And it seems like everyone around me is munching. All I'm thinking of is what sort of feast will make this tiring Friday. Maybe a sausage dinner with a side of Singapore chow mein and a sprinkling of chilli cheese nachos and a huge tub of ice cream. And a diet coke obv! 

Mines the next stop and I am planning the fastest route to a couch and my pjamers. Soz if there are spelling mistakes. Let's just pretend I'm drunk. Promise next blog will be better. 

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(Bad) Music for the Masses

I've been getting in to work mega early this week, which means I've been getting the train just after 6am. The usual crowd at that time are builders, early office workers and one man who carries lots of  fishing equipment. Since I'm such a people watcher, public transport is like a mini haven to me. I make up stories about where these people are going, what will happen in there day and what are they reading on their kindle or listening to on their iPod. On the way home however, I need not guess what one commuter was listening to as he had no headphones in and was playing his music through his phone speaker.

Do people really still do this??

I remember being younger and the teenage scallys on the back of the bus would play music while trying to hide the ciggy they where smoking. Back then I just accepted it and thought it was the norm on public transport. But that was 10 years ago. What made this 30+ year old man think the whole carriage would like to join him in listening to Eminem- "Without Me"? I could think of around a billion other songs id rather him play, but I knew this wasn't the appropriate situation for song requests. You could see the puzzled look on people's faces as they joined us at later stops. They clearly hadn't noticed this carriage came with a DJ.

What made it even worse was as I was sitting so close to this man, people started to think the music was coming from my headphones. I got so paranoid about this that I quickly unplugged and packed my headphones away in my bag to prove my innocence.  The elderly couple opposite me where looking around with stern faces and tutting. The song is not exactly age appropriate for everyone on the train.

I was inwardly cringing so badly and just wanted it to stop. I was praying to the gods for this mans battery to rapidly run out or for him to accidentally spill all his Red Bull on his phone. I was board line tempted to stage falling over and crash in to him causing his phone to break- bit extreme but I couldn't stand the thought of what would come out the speaker next.  I wanted to inform him that for the price of his Red Bull he could of gone to the pound shop and bought headphones. There's been plenty of times I've left headphones at home and turned to the trusty pound shop for some temporary headphones. He didn't look like the kind of man who would appreciate this information though, so I stayed quiet. 15 minutes of musical torture later, I had arrived at my stop Walking in the torrential rain that greeted me was better than having to endure this mans jukebox of madness!

Another thing that baffled me a bit on a different trip home from work this week, was a lady sitting opposite me who spoke solidly (and very loudly) for the 15 minute journey despite 1 underground stop and around 5 tunnels. It's a FACT that no one has reception underground or in a tunnel. It just doesn't happen. I don't care how good your network is, no signal is reaching you in a train station basement. Yet she spoke the whole way home. I don't know if this woman was insane and there was no one on the phone to begin with, or that she had been speaking so much she hadn't noticed the other person had been cut off. Regardless I got to hear how her weekend was and how she is dating her old friends boyfriend- tut tut. 

I Would tell you all more about past experiences with weird and wonderful people on my commutes but my brain has now turned to pulp after this 18 hour day. Night Night.


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Monday: Tears Train Side & Pie and Mash

Monday Mornings are not a good time. They're even less of a good time when you forget to set your alarm. This is exactly how my morning started today. It was a sign of things to come. I had 5 minutes to change and brush my teeth before fleeing out the house to catch my train. I'm an expert at doing my hair and a full face of make-up on the train so to me this was no biggie. What was a biggie was that I had managed to forget EVERY bobble I owned! Its always in these desperate times that all the bobbles and hair clips you own run away and hide and then turn up down the couch or in the washing machine. Armed with only 4 hair clips i had to make the most of things till I got off the train and ran to the nearest boots!! Hair sorted it was time for make up. Step 1- foundation. WRONG. I had used the last of my foundation Saturday night and was too hungover eating KFC and vegging out on Sunday to remember. So I did the best with what I had and managed to make myself look a bit more human.

During the 90 minute train ride from my boyfriends house to work, spent getting ready and watching Adulthood (thank you BBC iPlayer!), I realized that my battery was significantly drained and I had, of course, forgotten to pack my charger. Didn't think this was much of a problem as I stupidly thought 30% was enough to see me through the day. After pitying myself for my semi-stressful morning, I bought a breakfast bagel and got on with my day at work. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, was quite a busy day so had no time for any more bad luck.

While emailing my sister, who was spending the day in bed recovering from V Festival, we came to the conclusion that pie, veg and mash was the only dinner that would make this Monday better. I volunteered to pick up the food on the way home as sleeping on a field floor for 3 nights had made it impossible for her to move without being in pain. I had completely forgotten I already had to carry my handbag, a plastic bag with my coat in and a hold-all which weighed the same as car. Now I had taken on the task of trekking through town to buy dinner as well.

The end of the work day came and I had a throbbing headache. I felt like I was climbing Everest walking towards M&S. Pie, check. Veg, check, mash...No. Tesco it is. My 3 bags had now turned to 5. I was a hot mess after walking, with 5 bags full to the train station for my journey home. Annoyingly I had just missed a train so had to wait 20 minutes. By this time my phone battery had completely died. The platform I was on had no clock and no screens alerting us of the train times. Having no phone to check the time made me feel like I was in the land where time stood still. The 20 minutes I had to wait felt like an eternity. Finally giving up and asking someone the time, I found out that it had in fact been 30 minutes, the train was late. No announcements had been made so surely it would be here any second now. Another 10 minutes go by and my headache is now 10 times worse. I just wanted to be home.

I decided enough was enough and stormed down to the ticket office to bark at the 1st attendant I could see. I wanted to know why there had been no announcements and why no one had came down the platform to inform us the train would be late. The train attendant simply pointed at the screen near the entrance of the station and informed me this screen had all the information on. I was so annoyed by his lack of care and sympathy, that I made a noise that can only describe as a growl and walked away swearing under my breath. Really what wanted to do was throw the mash potato in his face and launch the pie across the station while screaming at the top of my lungs. This would of been one step too far. Instead I was so frustrated and exhausted that I started crying. Honestly I don't know where it came from.

Not only was I the disheveled mess carrying 5 bags, now I was the disheveled mess carrying 5 bags crying on the platform. Before I could get the tissues out, the train had arrived and I felt like a full on tit. Everyone waiting for the train was looking at me and needless to say I knew no one would be rushing to sit next to me. I pulled myself together, deciding that crying over a train being delayed was plain ridiculous. Finally I got home and didn't even feel like pie and mash. Obviously I still ate it!!

After a hot shower and slipping in to a cosy onsie I am ready for bed. I have my work clothes laid out for tomorrow, my make up and hair accessories all in order and my alarm set... I think I'm ready to bring on Tuesday.


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