This morning I was blocked from getting onto my train by two people who stood there for fully five minutes. Rather than turn this into a rant about how rude people are in London, I walked round and took another door. She was Spanish, he English I think. She was headed for Gatwick, and he for Hampstead, or Ealing, or somewhere. She wept, and I think he wept too, which was terribly unenglish. In just over four weeks, it'll be my turn, probably at Grand Central Station in New York, so at least the surroundings will be more impressive than Kings Cross Thameslink. I'm dreading it already. I just hope I manage to not think about it enough to enjoy the time I have over there.
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