Five hours. Four changes. Lunch left on edge of platform but not crying. Yet. Not in Oxford yet. I started whining early. Fucking Doncaster. We rail together. I don’t hate everyone, no. Solidarity.
Five hours. Four changes. Lunch left on edge of platform but not crying. Yet. Not in Oxford yet. I started whining early. Fucking Doncaster. We rail together. I don’t hate everyone, no. Solidarity.