Two Two Twosday

Ahhhh, the warm weather hath descended once more and travelling has become.......interesting.
The underground is pretty much turning into a PE class with everyone stripping to their vest and panties (or at least wishing they could).Womens' boobs press up against your arm. An elbow dangles two millimetres from your cheek and a sweaty pit lurks in the corner. You know if the train jerks just slightly that pit is gonna be in your face. Pleasant image, I know. But one you have to be prepared for.  
 And of course the tourists are descending by the plane load, and they all seem to get off at my stop and then loiter around the entrance/exit. I would like to know how people can possibly think that congregating around the place where people are supposed to get in and out is a valid place to wait? And then they get annoyed when you have to push past them. I mean, come on, some of us have to get to work. Bloody tourists. They're almost as bad as kids, worse even. They get under your feet and in your way and they haven't got a clue where they're goin' or what they're doin'.
Speaking of kids. As I approached the tube station this morning, I saw a class full of primary schoolers, probably 8 or 9 year olds, all in their stylish high vis jackets. I panicked! Oh God, they're all gonna be on the tube. I have to get to get there before them. So I power walked across the road, trying to overtake as many as I could, and then it turned out they were gettin' a bus anyway. Ha ha.

Until next time.......
Helen