Trains Arent All That Bad
Trains Aren’t All That Bad… So yet again, it was time for me to get onto the train. I had been home for important reasons over the weekend but this time, I couldn’t get a lift back from my mum and dad. The train therefore was the next best thing. It’d take a little longer, be a little bumpier and I’d be sitting with complete strangers, facing the potential of anything happening. Bear in mind, if you will, that I had met someone that I would now consider a good friend on here earlier during...