Travel
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Train Journeys
Why is it always the nights that you are dying to get home that the train stops inbetween stations and sits there for 20 minutes? No explanation, no apology. And why does the “Loudest Woman in the World” always have to get on my carriage? I really don’t care why the police stopped her for…
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Holiday Memories
Driving down listening to my sister’s exploits from her holidays. Entering St.Annes. The sand dunes, the pitch-n-putt, the miniature railway. Walking along Blackpool promenade, marvelling at just how awful it is. The Sea Life centre, the sun, The Big One (85mph!). Dinner at Lytham. Giggling at Louise trying to sit up in bed. Driving in…