waiting room

Waiting rooms at railway stations are awkward.

Three of us in here. All waiting for the same train. Awkward.

Do we talk?

Do we roll our eyes "Pfft. Train's late again."

Four. Another one joined the party late.

I bet he does that with the train. He runs up to the open door and makes them hold the train for another minute.

He's the sort of guy that forgets Valentines day and turns up with an elaborate weekend away booked for April.

And gives you a dvd for your birthday.

Tom. Thats his name. Never could trust a Tom since the trampolining son of the Vicar who pulled up my skirt at primary school.

Primary school nostalgia further marred by the recollection of running at great speed across the playground to avoid a kiss & falling over.

And proceeding to dramatically split my lip and knee. It was 5 years before anyone tried to kiss me again.

No wonder my love life is in such a state of disrepair.