I’m currently sat on the train from Beeston to Derby. The
first part of a 3 hour journey….ahhh!
Being stuck on a train for 3 hours isn’t exactly my
favourite place to be, so I thought I may as well take the chance to do a
little bit of blogging……
I’m on my way back from my darling Sister’s house, and I
must say, I’ve had a super duper time.
Its been so lovely to catch up with them all, and my nephew
Joshua has been keeping me thoroughly entertained.
Today Sarah (that’s my sister, just incase you didn’t know
her name) and I popped into town and had a browse around the charity shops.
Which really is one of my favourite places to be.
For some unknown reason, the charity shops in Beeston are
super ace, I always manage to find something, and today was no exception.
I managed to pick up a gorgeous bright coral cardigan, for
the bargain price of £3. Its got a certain retro look to it and most probably
belonged to a little old lady. Not that I’m rocking the granny look these days
(no grey hairs yet anyway), I just love my over-sized granny-esque cardigans.
The countryside is whizzing past me now, oh I do just want
to be home again. Train journeys really are the pits.
At least I’m not sat
next to a smelly stranger though. That would be worse. And if I was sat next to
someone I wouldn’t be typing this, because I know they wouldn’t be able to stop
their beady eyes from sneaking a peak at this really interesting bit of
writing. Ha!
On the way up here though, I did start talking to a lovely
person. She was knitting, and I was knitting, and well, we just chatted away
for about an hour. I think she was a musician or something, and we ended up
talking about how art or music or writing can be such an essential outlet for
your emotion. She really was a wise bird. I should have got her name but I
didn’t want to seem like too much of a monkey nut, so I will forever refer to
her as the Wise Knitting Lady.
Mr B laughs at the way I sometimes end up talking to people
on trains or buses. I don’t know why. Its funny because sometimes I’m really
not in the mood to talk to anyone, but other times I’m like, “YEH! Come and
tell me your life story!”
Last year I met a lovely lady on the train and she ended up
sending me this awesome poem in an email. That was pretty amazing. I like to
refer to her as the Amazing Poem Email Lady.
I’m annoyed I cant remember any of the others now. My memory
has gone blankety blank.
Perhaps its time for a snooze. I am rather tired after all
that thinking…. xxxx
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