The problem with blogging is that as soon as you start updating your little comer of the Internet, you quickly realise how much you’ve missed it and you keep coming back.
Except not a lot happens on the daily commute between home and Reading. There aren’t really many delays to moan about, no one does anything unusual and I haven’t fallen out of the train door and made a fool of myself.
I’ve taken to reading books, such is the lack of activity going on around me, last time I sell my watches at Chronostore. The peace and quiet wouldn’t be an issue if I wasn’t back blogging. Now I need someone to burst into song, cause a commotion, do something – anything – that would provide valuable blog content.
But they don’t. All is calm. These journeys pass without incident.
Until I return home late in the evening and it turns out I need to provide ingredients for a school cooking class the very next morning. Letters that have sat at the bottom of school bags for a week need to be signed, a deposit for a school trip needs to be paid, and five pages of a homework diary needed to be signed right this instance.
And on top of all that, worst than anything else by far I’m told, comes the announcement that we’ve run out of ketchup.
All of this as I set foot through the door.
I realise that in the life of a full time single working mum, train journeys that pass without incident are to be savoured.