My (packed like sardines) train trip today wasn’t half as bad as it usually is. All I could smell was aftershave and deodorant….compared to two day old cigar breath…it wasn’t half bad.
Couldn’t wait to get out the house today…so pissed off with ‘can’t say who’. Apparently my blog is not so private (who knew?!) -shock, horror-
So my tube trip -squashed in a corner- was bearable.
I mean come on, (there is such a thing as privacy and respect) so when someone goes rifling through your handbag ( in your absence) …it is the height of being majorly pissed off for me.
Right now…I’m doing cartwheels I’m out of the house cos the words on the tip of my tongue are not savoury!