sasha and mike

I am walking with a slight limp. This isn't how it was meant to be.

A man is wearing a flat cap. It's doing nothing to disguise his rapidly thinning hairline.

The crows in the skeletal tree behind are beginning to stir. One of them caws and the others tweet back as if to say 'it's too early!'

I can see that it's raining. Where's my umbrella? By the front door.

A girl is sat in my usual seat. I am forced to face forward. This will make me nauseous, no doubt.

Every day a man let's me go in front when getting off the train. I have only just discovered that he gets on this train before me.

His name is Andrew. He is a happy, kind hearted man.

Unlike the conductor who's checking tickets today. This woman is like a mini-hitler. Barking her way through the aisles.

It's 7.45. There is absolutely no need for shouting or, indeed, barking.

Jane, the conductor, is in a loveless relationship. Her partner Dave struggles to perform in the bedroom. She puts too much pressure on him.

And she takes it out on us poor passengers.

Someone is eating crisps. No doubt the girl who took my seat.

I don't understand the idea of eating crisps before 12.00. It actually repulses me.

Sasha, a woman with home dyed auburn hair, is fairly sure her husband Mike is having an affair.

With a younger woman.

She suspects it's with Kate, the HR Advisor. 

Actually Mike is having an affair. But it's with Sasha's sister, Susan.

Mike thinks Sasha doesn't appreciate him. He works every hour god sends but it's still not enough for her demanding ways.

She already has four handbags, why did she need that one in Debenhams? She didn't. And one day she drove Mike to it and he slept with Susan.

Susan is certain Mike will leave Sasha for her. He won't.

Two men are laughing away about some Chinese food they ate. A real 'bromance' is blossoming.

I can smell sausage roll.

Stupid umbrella.