Well, since Sunday I’ve unpacked, washed things, put everything away, done 5 full days at work and almost got myself out of the habit of waking at 4am wanting a glass of wine!
I was certainly happy to see 5pm come today and was really looking forward to getting home and having wine at a socially acceptable time whilst contemplating whether I wanted to do anything over this weekend or just slack about.
Normally my first train comes within 5 minutes of getting to the station but not today; nope! Twenty painful minutes ticked by with nothing happening and nary an announcement about the delay. In the meantime 7 or 8 trains went past in the opposite direction – by then they must’ve been stockpiling them at the end of the line.
Around the 24 minute mark the station master announced: “those of you waiting on the New Carollton side of the platform, the train coming through the station will not be stopping; please do not attempt to board it. I repeat do not attempt to board the train”.
We all laugh as the train barrels through at 40+ mph – how could you possibly “attempt” to board it? … – actually, at that stage, maybe I should’ve been surprised that no-one tried to slam themselves into the side of the train!
Another few minutes crawl by and then another announcement: “the next train for those of you going in the New Carollton direction will be in 5 minutes” made as a train barrels out of the tunnel and screeches to a stop. Shortest 5 minutes I’ve ever experienced!
But now my weekend is more than 1.5 hours shorter than I thought it was going to be! (Cumulative effect of missing my second train and then having to climb a thousand steps at my station as the escalator is out of order!). I was a seriously annoyed commuter by the time I got home – and no, there aren’t really a 1,000 steps; my lungs just think there are.