08 Dec 2017

Waiting Room

fire, cat, feet

The fireplace and cat belong to my mother. The feet belong to my sister.

In the waiting room in Carlisle railway station there is a metal plaque which dedicates the building to the memory of a (named, but I don't remember the name, which is awful of me) signal worker, Whose Quick Thinking on 1st May 1984 Saved This Station From a Serious Mishap. I have never seen more intrigue on a single sheet of metal before.

I was sharing the waiting room with one other person: a man with a lot of luggage on a trolley. It was very quiet. It was about 11.30am. I was very hungry, but the only food I had with me except my planned-sandwich-for-lunch-later-on was a multipack and a half of Twiglets, some of which had gone out of date in July, and some of which had gone out of date in September. I had removed these from my mum's house because they clearly weren't being eaten there, they were still crunchy, and they would definitely be eaten if they were in a location that they shared with me. She was glad to be rid of them.

The man with the trolley full of luggage went out, so I ate a packet of the Twiglets (the went-out-of-date-in-July ones) as there was nobody to disturb with crunching any more. Immediately after I'd finished them, he and his luggage trolley came back in, so that was good timing.

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