Day 29

Finally at quarter past twelve my train arrived. It was a regional service, much like the commuter trains I get back home. Once I had found a seat and the train was moving away, I realised that there was a time bomb ticking in the next seat. It was a sleeping baby.I could look at this two ways. Clearly the baby was, at some point, going to wake up and make enough noise to cause a small earth tremor. They always did when I was anywhere near. I could either choose to sulk, and cringe every time the train went over a bump in the track, or appreciate that I would be prevented from sleeping and therefore wouldn’t miss my stop. I chose the former, and spent the next two hours willing the child to continue sleeping.