Crisps and Chavs

Today has been a nice day; it's been difficult thinking of something to strop about!

Until my train journey back to Leeds...

The train was busy and I had to sit next to a kid who munched smelly doritos the whole way back, and kept kicking me. Over the aisle were 2 horrendous boys who were gobby and kept staring me out. And at Retford some dirty girl spat on the floor, which I think is unacceptable behaviour. I scoffed at her then ran away when I realised that she was actually quite frightening.

On the way back the weather worsened considerably. It was too windy to stop at Wakefield, which confused me, until I realised that it was something to do with travelling uphill and not being able to pick up speed after stopping. We were initially told that leaves were being blown on the line; clearly an excuse. Anyway, the stroppy issue about the bad weather is as follows: when you have long hair you end up looking like Medusa. And it's not a look I like.

I have also been trying to learn how to crochet today. Mum has been quite patient with me, but she is a crochet expert and so it's totally automatic to her. Although difficult in the beginning (actually I can still barely hold the needle corectly) I am excited by the prospect of woolly projects. They are sure to appear in future posts. How exciting! Cromwell the cat also likes the wool being about; yet another thing to run around after.

Moon. xxx