Today my other half had to make a journey by train. It was a regular journey, and he was looking forward to the run home so that he could read his paper in peace and quiet. Apparently his enjoyment was spoiled as the peace was regularly interspersed with comments from another passenger as he read items from a different publication to his wife.
It reminded me of a journey I made a while ago. The carriage was sparsely populated, but the seats behind me were occupied by two young girls with very loud voices. I didn’t want to hear their conversation, but I had no option. Here is a snippet..
‘I hate sleeping with a new man. He might see my feet’
You don’t need to hear the rest of the coversation….