A rebel without a clue.

On trains the opposite is true. We eat and drink everything, or most of it, once we get on board and the train rattles along we have an energy spike that I conclude leaves us bored again and makes the journey more anxious. I am subject to this same failure. But I now conclude it might be best to get on board knackered and fall into a makeshift sleep? The crisis of the job which brings me to the peak of anxiety and frustration is the fall out it leaves in my mind for a while after. It's some kind of shock wave. I suffer shock waves. I will return to bills, filth and noise and this is normal for most people. Fecking fecking fecking Fecking  Hen do at Leeds station Leaving for Scotland  Seems so much fun All cheeriness and smiles All together... Between you and me the Costa on Albion place is resident to Turks and possibly poles too? While I spent money on groceries not fill on coffee as I'm friendless. I'm in Leeds. I may stay in Leeds too. I can feel ale. I must...

Finally I got to Wakefield for 6pm. Paul finally picked me up. I clambered into the back seat over mountains of detritus for the journey back to Kexbrough. We argued about where to go to get some items of food, but then Paul missed the first exit on the motorway so we three, including Caroline, went to Morrison's. I must confess to only ever being 2 or 3 prior to this one out side Barnsley. And the only one I regularly visit is Wetherby however when we were in the store I actually had a momentary lapse of understanding as this one was identical to the one near my Mum's l felt a little like Schrödinger's cat. I for a couple or ten minutes could've been in either Wetherby or Barnsley or both at the same time and yet neither: Morrison's playing such an existential joke had me in stitches.