I had about 500 yards to scurry to get back to Russell Square, then into the lift, then onto the platform. The train was just coming in – one stop to Holborn. Several corridors to hurry down, then three minutes to wait, anxiously. I’m not good at cutting it fine. Four stops and then four minutes to four, I excused myself past people and rushed on to the concourse at two minutes to. I got on the train on the first carriage as I couldn’t run any more. Through three First Class carriages and past the buffet and then joined a queue. The man in front of me made a humorous comment, can’t remember what, when he heard me pant. He grinned, I replied amicably. Standing room only, but I was able to lean against a luggage rack and I read my downloaded book until Colchester and then sat down.
It wasn’t that interesting a meeting it seems, if I’ve a lot more to say about catching a train than about the previous five hours.
Tomorrow, I’ll mostly be making meringues.