Had a good weekend in Isle of Man, but yesterday I became a victim of the ash cloud, whilst trying to come home. Still no planes today, so I took a packed early ferry to Liverpool this morning - I had a window seat with no window and spent 3 hours on the water staring at the inside of what looked like a waiting room. I'm now on a packed virgin train, at a window seat with no window... Clearly I'm not meant to look outside today.
Surrounded by one screaming child whose dad is trying to drown out by playing a dinosaur DVD at a higher volume than the screams, and a couple whose only communication is to snort and sniffle at each other every 30 seconds. The seats are so tightly packed that I can't feel my legs and im not sure that I still believe in the old adage anymore that it's better to travel than to arrive. Today's special is egg and asparagus salad apparently. That might explain the state of the toilet.
I'm sure it wasn't like this under Labour.
Surrounded by one screaming child whose dad is trying to drown out by playing a dinosaur DVD at a higher volume than the screams, and a couple whose only communication is to snort and sniffle at each other every 30 seconds. The seats are so tightly packed that I can't feel my legs and im not sure that I still believe in the old adage anymore that it's better to travel than to arrive. Today's special is egg and asparagus salad apparently. That might explain the state of the toilet.
I'm sure it wasn't like this under Labour.
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