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Arrival at Paddington

Arrival at Paddington

My first commute back coincided with the death of Old Maggie T. The weather was cold, grey, miserable. So was I. I felt the pull of home so strongly. I reached the train station and settled on my reserved seat. I had decided not to take the 630am train and leave my sleeping loves behind. I wanted to take care of my soul. So we all woke up at 7am and cuddled in the big family bed, Mr B and I with a cup of tea, Little Miss with a cup of milk, a few minutes of bliss before the rush began.

View from a London Bus

View from a London Bus

As I sat in the train, I looked around. A dishevelled man was talking on his mobile, tie askew, shirt rumpled: “Yes yes but did he have a poo? Oh that’s good. Yes of course. But you know having 4 or 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep is pretty amazing really, I mean it’s almost a full night!”. The life of a new father. Next to him, an immaculate younger man focused on his laptop. The contrast was striking. The focus so intent, so willfull, perhaps slightly desperate in its attempt to block out the view of a possible future self, too horrifying to contemplate.
You can see in the pictures I took that week a reflection of my heart. Bleak eh? Behind the barbed wires above are the grounds of Buckingham Palace by the way…

Thankfully, my next commute was easier somehow. Well, the sun shone for one.

As I walk to work

As I walk to work

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