I was up at
my usual time this morning, but my parents and uncle — all of whom must have been pretty hungover — didn't show until around 9:30. After our gentle start, the newlyweds came over with their McD's breakfasts to open a few of the presents:( The morning after... )
I pottered around for the rest of the morning before deciding, just after lunch, to catch the three o'clock train from Birmingham. The journey wasn't great — the train was on-time but packed to bursting with students and marines — I was forced to stand the whole way to Exeter, but at least I got to stand in carriage rather than the super-claustrophobic vestibule. And at least I wasn't like one poor woman, on her way to Plymouth, who made two unsuccessful attempts to get to the lavs before giving up in favour of a rapid visit to those on Tiverton Parkway station.
On the first part of the journey between Birmingham and Bristol, I found myself standing next to a woman who I had a nagging feeling I recognised and then, as she was getting off, she said something to someone, revealing a strong Swansea accent. Now that I've had time to think about it, I'm pretty sure her name was Andrea, that she studied maths, and that she was a friend of a friend of mine at Cardiff twenty years ago. What a small world...