Change of focus

Hoping to sell my car soon so it's back in the garage to try and fix the squeaky brakes which I hoped, when they set me back a small fortune earlier this year, might bed in. It seems brakes don't do that!

I then walked up to the station to catch the train to mum and dad's. The two chaps selling train tickets were in good spirits and giving a lady a little bit of banter when she protested about showing her season ticket every time. I thought to ask for a photo. But didn't.

Picking up the Metro paper and reading the headline as I walked onto the platform made me feel physically sick. I left the room the other evening when the news was full of beheadings. This morning, there's one in London (not related it seems.)

I considered how to get rid of my nausea and decided the only way was to go back to the happy fellows at the entrance and chat to them. So I did. As you can see.

I still had a horrible churn in my stomach sitting on the train writing this but choosing to have a natter and ask for a photo did significantly change my focus. And these two were absolutely lovely.

Update: Rich recognised these fellows as he catches the train everyday and before I told him about their laughing and joking, he told me a very similar story about them keeping the peace when someone else complained. We could do with more of these guys scattered around the world.