The monotony of the daily commute is often eased by those conversations you can’t help but overhear, on the station platform and often on the train.
This morning it was the voice of an elderly lady behind me that I found myself tuning into.
She was struggling across the station with a heavy-looking suitcase and needed to navigate a set of wet concrete steps to get to the other side.
The person who came to her aid was not one of the young fit commuters who strode past her but an elderly gentleman also preparing to board the same train.
As he carried her luggage down the steps she remarked that it’s rare for someone to stop and help these days. I watched them later on the platform deep in conversation and he then asked her if she’d like to sit next to her on the train as he carried her luggage on board.
They chatted all the way to London. When they arrived she asked him if he’d like to go for coffee. I smiled to myself as I watched the pair disappear into the distance together.
The start of something wonderful I hope.
And on that note congratulations to my little sister who got engaged to a lovely chap last weekend. A real gentleman. The sort of person that I can picture, in forty years’ time, carrying her luggage down the platform steps and helping her on to a train.
She deserves nothing less.