So Em and I paid the difference to travel first class because it’s nice to have a quiet space before returning to London. (It’s also cheaper to travel first when booked early than it is to travel standard off-peak booked nearer the day. Go figure.)
We don’t do it, however, to listen to some chav family shrieking at the top of their voices for the ENTIRE journey.
Gruesome bunch. Like the Royle family on acid.
Yes. It’s snow. Yes, it is snowing heavily. We have snow down south too.
No. Harry shouldn’t be running up and down the carriage. No. He really shouldn’t. AT ALL.
Parenting skills much?
And now, according to the nice lady on the intercom, the points are frozen. We are stuck here together a little longer. This is my punishment for blogging about them.