Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Half-light, treat and kindness of ticket inspectors.

1. Coming into the sitting room in the morning while the curtains are still drawn.

2. A chocolate cookie with my first coffee of the day.

3. I had a return ticket this morning, and now I don't. Luckily, although the barrier objects to my offering it the outward portion, the attendant hardly looks and zaps me through. The inspector on the train spots that I am covering the word 'out' with my thumb, winks at me and lets it pass.


  1. Hurrah for the non 'jobs worth' inspector!

  2. Hurrah indeed. That really made me smile :D


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