flesh to the fore...
flab and flubber
muscles and tone
thighs to crack a walnut.
All forms of human life were
on the Knavesmire
to run the York 10k.
Sunday early morn in Kent;
first train out to London.
I was on a mission.
Those of the folk that have the misfortune to
know me, are all too aware I do love a surprise.
Aaron was running, and what's a mum
to do when her only child is competing?
Don't get me wrong, I'm anything but a
Battle-axey, more like.
First light found me catching our local
Sunday equivalent of the milk train.
first train to York 9 am.
Compartments tin-tight with
sort of told me, I was a tad too late!
The race was in its dying stages.
These were the elite runners,
keen for the train to do the puffing.
as in the days of John Betjeman
it surely would.
As I arrived at the finish line,
the unfit were breasting the tape.
My phone beeped...
'I've done it!'
Sent half an hour before.
Pounding the streets,
over the Ouse to find them.
'Shall we make the lunch booking for five?'
was my two word reply as
I turned into their road.
What's a girl to do?
When, is a surprise, a surprise?
I'm all at sea now.
After a superb family lunch,
I was back on a third-full early train home.
A good day...
The train slowed,
stopping at St. Neots.
The guard announced that
we might be delayed
by two hours, two hours?
When only half an hour from London.
How could that be?
There was a collective groan from the carriage.
A person had been hit by the train ahead of ours.
'We are unlocking the doors to allow
you out to stretch your legs!'
Obviously by the smoke coming from the platform
to allow those who do, to puff to their
hearts content, or not, as the case may be?
I got out to phone home.
It really winds me up people talking on the phone
in railway carriages.
I do have a loud voice, due to years of
public speaking, well that's my excuse.
Others might have a different take on it!
Imagine Brain Blessed in drag...
that dear readers is me.
They re-opened the buffet.
I smugly walked down the train
on the platform, thinking
what a very clever idea LL!
Err... trouble with that was, I then had to
shimmy past the two carriage lengths of
people in the queue.
Not so smug now!
Small bottle of Chilean wine,
bag of crisps and a good book.
I was content in my little corner of
Other folk not so!
Spare a thought for the poor
body on the line, kept bubbling up in my
mind, as folk muttered and cracked funnies.
I was late back last night,
happy to be home safe and well.