Mirabile Dictu

The train journey down to Reading on Thursday evening was nothing short of miraculous. In fact, I think it was actually a first. Uncrowded – busy, but not rigid.

But the miraculous part? The part that made me think Virgin didn’t know I was on this train? The thing wasn’t just on-time, but it actually came in to Reading FIVE minutes early! My flabber has never been quite so gasted.