Part two of the A-Z of commuting, featuring the more difficult and lesser-used letters. You might notice some letters are missing from the alphabet in this post, namely L, N, O and Y. These letters are stupid and gave me no inspo - as this is my blog and my rules  I get to give up and post sans stupid letters. Enjoy!

M is for McFlurry. When it's been a long day, you've missed dinner, your train is delayed and all you want is the comfort of some sugar - why not take a ride home with your mate McFlurry. Fingers crossed the Creme Egg version comes out soon!

P is for phones. Our little sidekicks that come with us everywhere and I honestly don't know how we would survive without. Google maps, Spotify, podcasts - complete essentials. Oh, and the perfect way to avoid eye contact with everyone and anyone.

Q is for Quaker Oats, the porridge which fills my belly for the epic journey I embark on everyday.

R is for replacement bus service. The words no commuter ever wants to read and shudders when they do. I'll always pick walking over getting on a bus, purely because they completely baffle me (buses are not a thing in Dubai) and are horrendously unreliable.

S is for slow walkers. If you are a slow walker and are reading this, I want you to have a long hard look at yourself and pick up that pace. You're in my way and I simply don't have time for your spaced-out stroll. Travelling from A to B has become a game of Super Mario for me and every time I get past another slow walker I get 1-up.

T is for time. Something you become obsessed with when you have a train to catch! I've got the timing so perfect that when I waltz down the stairs to the platform at Weybridge, the train is just pulling up. That's if, of course, I leave exactly at 8.07am. Which, of course, I never do. Perfect timing = running/limping along the road, dodging grannies and children on the pavement and leaping onto the carriage to shatter the silence with my heavy breathing whilst tentatively dabbing at my sweat-tache.

U is for underground, of course! Pretty dreamy in terms of speed, just got to be fine with enduring dusty stale air, cramped conditions or being left in a carriage with no one but that weirdo, frequent strikes and the inevitable amount of dead skin and who knows what else that has been weaved into the ancient fabric of the seats. Yum!

V is for volume. Hair volume that is. Everyday I leave the house happy with a bouncy hair-do and arrive at the office to get in the lift and see a flat, sad affair staring back at me. I don't really know what happens between home and the office, but maybe my hair is representing how I feel by the time my journey is finally over - limp and a little frazzled.

W is for weather. I used to be protected from the rain/hail/wind/snow in my comfy company car on my easy peasy 15 min poodle to work. No longer, I and my beloved backpack is now prepared for all eventualities of weather and fashion has gone well and truly out the window - yay to being an adult!

X is for the x-rated tunes I hear coming from the dodgy looking "youth" on the tube and his crappy headphones, providing the whole carriage with the delights of Fetty Wap and the rest of the crew (of who I know no names of because I am middle aged).

Z is for zzzzzz, i.e. me snoozing most mornings on the train in. I now have no shame and will happily catch some extra z's in front of carriage full of strangers, knowing full well my mouth has been wide open for the duration of the journey.

BRB, got a train or 10 to catch!  

What is Happiness?

Happiness is...

• When your favourite song comes on in 'da club'
• Finding a perfect present that you know they're going to love
• New sheets on a Sunday night
• Making eye contact at the exact right time for that inside joke
• When what you're cooking comes out looking exactly like the picture
• Cry laughing with your best friend
• An hour long catch-up on the phone
• Beating that red light
• Running a 5K before sunrise
• The last 10 seconds before you fall asleep for an afternoon nap
• Finding the top you thought was out of stock everywhere in your size
• Cuddles with your favourite (cat/person)
• When a prayer gets answered
• A good hair day 

"Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life." 

The A-Z to Commuting - Part 1

So it's been a month since I've started commuting to London everyday for work. So far, it's not been as bad as everyone makes out. Yes, it's hot and claustrophobic and a little like Groundhog Day everyday, but so far I favour a long journey on a train & tube over a long journey in the car. I can nap, I can people watch, I can read, I can listen to music (just a bit less singing than in the car, fortunately for the people around me).

What better way to celebrate four weeks of surviving my commute than doing an A-Z of commuting... enjoy!

A is for alarm. That pesky little guy you don't want to snooze too many times or it's bound to be a case of running, sweating excessively and waving bye bye to the 8.22 train.

B is for backpack. As a person who is very passionate about handbags, this was really quite difficult to give into but after 3 weeks of lopsided laptop holding, I converted and I'm secretly quite delighted. My hands are free, my back comfortable and I can use it as a human shield when needed. Hurrah!

C is for coughing. Chesty, tickly, choking on a too quickly sipped latte, there is a constant, delightful chorus of coughing on the train.

D is for delays. Delayed is something that I'm getting used to flashing up on the big screens at Waterloo station most evenings. At first this was frustrating and I felt like "giving someone a piece of my mind". Now it's common practice and I'm numb to it, almost surprised when the dreaded D word doesn't appear and my train pulls into the platform smoothly and on time. £3,300 on a season ticket and your trains never on time? Seems fair to me.

E is for eye contact. Constant voice in my head - *Must not make eye contact. Must not make eye contact.*

F is for first class. A place I have frequented many times in the sky (yay Emirates baby!) but is forbidden fruit when it comes to SouthWest Trains. An entire carriage wasted, in my eyes, whilst the others are jam packed, nose to nose in the remaining carriages. First class is a dreamy land where you get arm rests and free cups of tea. There are days, of course, when I feel the need to sneak in - they'll never check, surely? Don't I look like I belong in first class?! But the goody-two-shoes in me comes out and I resign to my regular position in between the toilets and that mans armpit I've become so familiar with in the last half an hour.

G is for Goodge Street. This is the final destination of my commute in the morning. Though not complete until I'm involved in the final squish of bodies which are transported in a lift far older than I care to think about to street level and I am finally released to the 'fresh air' of central London.

H is for headphones. After having my neck nearly pulled from its socket when my trusty iPhone headphone wire got caught in a ladies handbag as she got off the tube (pulling me with her), I decided to go wire free. These Bose headphones are pricey but I convinced myself that they were a must have and so far I haven't been disappointed. The sound quality is incredible, they cancel out the noise of my fellow commuters just enough and they keep my ears warm!

I is for I. Me, me, me!!! I am selfish on my commute; get out of my way, that's my seat, don't think you can share that arm rest with me, don't you dare even move slightly to the left of the escalator I am huffing and puffing up. Grrrr.

J is for joy. The joy that I get when I throw my breakfast banana into the rubbish bin of Platform 2 Weybridge station and think to myself,  "I really am getting my monies worth." (Think you might be starting to learn that with me, it's the little things in life).

K is for kissing. Something that for some absolutely bizarre reason, I have unfortunately had to witness far too much on the train and tube. Why. WHY? A soppy goodbye kiss on the platform, a peck on the forehead of tall boyfriend to short girlfriend, a passionate exchange on the seats opposite mine whilst our knees almost touch. Please bare with me whilst I quietly throw up my pre-train banana.