A delightful journey to work this morning was made so much more enjoyable by a short formed train which always results in further compacting the assortment of humanity that uses the train. The oversize, in both numbers and weight, family that joined with me to fully occupy a row that comprised 9 seats were a real treat. I was treated to the combined delights of small children that were incapable of either sitting still or moving without randomly falling into me, an experience that is only heightened when said children have handfuls of food. Watching these people provided, once again, an education sadly missing in our legislators you see they had purchased healthy option crisps for the brood but completely missed the point by emptying packets of them into said children throughout the journey. It is this belief that when there is nothing else to do we should eat, combined with an assumption that if it looks healthy you can eat as much as you want that is a big part of the ‘obesity epidemic’, if we change the labels they will simply select an option that involves the words ‘lite’ or ‘lo-cal’ and double the volume. I know that your reading this and thinking that this is just my angry old man ranting mode, but to illustrate my point allow me to share the parent’s discussion over the Maoam* sweets that they gave the hoard. Having distributed the cubes of manufactured junk Mum pointed out that it was good that the kids liked fruit sweets, Dad agreed that it was a good way to give them fruit, the flaw? they were eating Cola flavoured sweets!
I now have a full-time station attendant at my home station, although full-time in this instance is a matter of only a few hours a day, which means ticket purchasing now occurs at the office rather than on the train. This morning being a Monday there was more call for purchasing than normal and when I arrived there was quite a queue, the lady at the front of the queue used a card for a purchase that the young guy had entered as cash so we waited while the purchase timed out. At one point the lady at the front offered ‘would you like to serve someone else?’ and a woman who was not a day under 70 leapt from her seat, charged through the queue and yelled “YES”, this was a full ten minutes before the train was due to depart but I have never seen such an energetic burst from such an unlikely source. I only recount this experience because it caused me to wonder, if the English are a nation that queues then elderly English must be the most experienced so what is it about public transport that overrides not only all the history but also arthritis?
In other news top marks go to my dreamy partner for succeeding in a discussion over the post with only a delicate shade of pink, not the physical violence that some had predicted or the vivid scarlet I had envisaged. Congratulations go to my friends Andrew and Helen who are steaming towards a well deserved 3 star from the AA, well done people and all before Andrew reaches 40 ;-).
Thank you to my super sis for ensuring that my stomach was lined before I went to the pub yesterday and for always believing my glass is half full and of course to my bruv for always being there despite my tendency to go off roading on the journey of life. One more thank you to a rare reader, Davina, another good friend and stoic supporter. I love you all guys but only one in her dreams! enough of this now, I am off to do my press ups and see if I can teach these wrists that hurting me is not going to get them anywhere.
*Maoam is manufactured by Haribo probably in a factory in Korea and is marketed as a low-cost fruit flavoured sweet, note ‘flavoured’ which does not translate to ‘contains’.