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.
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.
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