I moved house a couple of weeks ago, and I’m writing this with half a seat to my name on the 6.42am to London Waterloo - a new commute that has required unlocking an all-new skill and survival set level.
Today’s thoughts: When did train seats become so impossibly small? Because though my bottom is certainly not the size it once was, it’s possibly still on the smaller end of the spectrum, but won’t nevertheless, fit onto this seat. Will the fine art of leg-spreading on public transport ever fade into history? Is the end of flu season finally in sight?
