This week’s blog comes to you live from a train! I’m typing as I head into London to see a specialist for my back. This will be the only time I mention my bad back other than it hurts to type a little! Enough said!
Anyway, I haven’t been on a train for a while. I tend to travel by car most of the time because of the weird and wonderful varied hours I work. I also like knowing I can jump in the car at any time and head to any destination without worrying about times and changes and connections. Although, there have been so many road works of late and the M3 is having a huge amount done to it at the moment. Not entirely sure what though?
This is my current view from my seat! The carriage is fairly empty, right now, which is just as well as I would need to seek permission from members of public to show their photo! And this is the view of me from the seat in front. I’m quietly tucking into a bag of onion rings and I’ve a banana and bottle of water to hand too!
Sitting on the train reminds me of the first time I took my son on his very first train journey. He was so excited. I think Thomas the Tank engine had something to do with it. When I was young it was Ivor the Engine! I was taking him to QVC to show him where Daddy worked. He was a little over three years of age and the train wasn’t to dissimilar to this one.
We were all alone in our carriage and passed through one stop after the other. We were joined a little later on by just one other passenger. A woman in her mid to late fifties stepped on board and took a seat opposite to me and my son. I was a little surprised as she had the entire carriage of empty seats, before her, but still chose to sit next to a Dad and his young chatty and very excited toddler.
The woman and I acknowledged each other with a polite smile and the journey duly carried on. Moments later my son noticed the newly arrived passenger who was now engrossed in her novel.
My son looked at her, then looked at me, then to her. Rather like watching a tennis rally he went back and forth. He then stared a little harder and longer at the woman and then back to me. I knew then, at that very moment, he was about to say something. Bearing in mind he was at the age when a toddler will simply say what they think without thinking it entirely through first!
Son: (sounding a little concerned!) ‘Daddy?’ he said…
Me: (trying my best to distract him) ‘Look, I think we’re about to see some cows in the field’
Son: (sounding more concerned) ‘Daddy, I think we have to move’
Me: (trying harder) ‘ look, I can see some cows…
Son: (speaking even louder but with the utmost innocence and yet fear in his voice) ‘Daddy, I think we have to move now – I’m really worried about the look of the scary lady! (Now whispering) I’m really, really afraid!’
Thankfully, the woman in question took it with great humour and we both smiled and luckily for my son (and the passenger) the next stop was ours! Phew!
Speaking of cows, I haven’t seen any yet on this journey but my stop is just a few minutes away so I’d better sign off. I’m hoping to be back on air in the near future. So hopefully see you soon
I’m on Twitter where I’ll keep you updated with the escapades of my two mischievous Cairns! This is one of my favourite photos of them cuddled together :-). I’m @mecharliebrook