BREATHING AN INNER THIGH OF RELIEF:
To say it was a squeeze on the tube would be an understatement. I spent the first half of the journey home pressed up, face to face, so closely to a lovely smiling gentleman that I felt he would be proposing (if not marriage, then perhaps a romantic meal!) and the second half, by complete contrast, spent subtly trying to wipe spittle from my hand which had flown at me from the uncovered mouth of a not so smiley man, who was perfectly able to hold his phone and play games but not cover his diseased mouth! The pictures are of the bottom touching passengers as I entered the train and my hunchback of Notre Dame pose as I curved my spine to fit the door.
I’m now sitting on the DLR and the men opposite and beside me must have massive man parts because they seem entirely incapable of closing their legs, even slightly!!
Relieved to arrive at my destination, I decided to take the stairs, rather than admire someone’s shapely bottom as the escalator slowly ascended. Bad move! At the top of the stairs, a man came to an abrupt stop, turned and sneezed; ON MY HEAD! No word of a lie; he literally turned to face me and sneezed. “Are you ok,” I asked sarcastically. “Yes, are you?”he replied. “No, not really; not with your snot on my head!” He grunted and walked on…
Home now and definitely in need of a bath; perhaps a scalding hot bath, filled with bleach.
And how was your day?