at the train station

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My fingers are freezing. I'm quite sure they're becoming bitten by frost, but I want to make use of the station's free weefee so I'm sacrificing being warm and cosy for being excruciatingly cold. I had a woe is me moment upon entering the station. This was partly because I haven't been to this one since they began remodelling it, but mostly it was because about a hundred trains had come in and deposited about a million passengers, and they were all streaming through the foyer bit at the same time. Plus there were all the commuting folk wanting to get in to the station to catch the trains so they could get home for a lovely cup of tea and a digestive biscuit. I normally love travelling at trains, but I can't cope with unexpected crowds of noisy people. It's a tad boring to be honest. A woman keeps coming on the tannoy to tell us that smoking isn't allowed, even e-cigarettes which we all know are pointless inventions anyway. The London bound train is delayed because of an unexpected problem. A man missed a train by two seconds. He wasn't happy. I can only see three people who aren't on their phones. What did we all do before we possessed phones to keep us entertained? My train will be here soon and I'll see my Mumsy in one hour and a little bit. Hurray!