It sounds like an awful 80’s coming of age film but its just how my morning has been.
This morning my Dad has a training course in Blackfriars so joined me on my daily commute to Liverpool. It’s odd to see someone who doesn’t travel to London every day try to deal with the morning commute. It’s all so alien to them. My Dad said he doesn’t know how anyone could do it every day.
The fact is I would miss my time commuting if I ever worked more locally. I embrace my time on the train. It’s odd to me to think of not doing it just as it is weird for him to imagine anyone doing it regularly.
I left him at the corner and hope he’s alright. It’s terrifying to think where he could have got to.
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