This evening’s rush hour train had some sort of engine defect. This meant that all the hot, sweaty commuters who would normally spread themselves over a very long double decker train, had to squeeze themselves into a very old relief train.
Despite the discomfort I arrived home on time, and after a stroll through the balmy evening with the dog I was soon tucking in to plate of cold lamb, various cheeses and a glass or two of Tuscan Rosé.
