Ok this was going to be a highly intellectual, insightful post; focusing on my current views on journalistic methods and my favourite reporters, and so on. But that changed yesterday on my journey home from Exeter, and is setting an altogether different tone for this blog post…
I hate trains! I am sorry to rant but I just do!
However fantastic your weekend is (and mine really was… a sunny retreat on the ‘English Riviera’, with good food, good wine and good company) but a terrible journey home and that is all forgotten!
Watching my train pull out from Truro station at 18:10 was painful, but finding out the next one was not until 19:45, and the next bus until 21:00 was enough for tears late on a Sunday evening.
Closure. Perfect. Next post will be happier I promise.