One more day of commuting

Thank the lord as it is slowly driving me crazy

I get back from holiday and then get the train in on Monday to work. Within 15 minutes of leaving the house I am already stressed as the stupid train is delayed. Within an hour I'm even more stressed as I am now in London but the entire central line has shut down so I am now trundling along the ancient circle line at about 2 miles per hour. I arrive 30 minutes late for work, my journey should take an hour and a half but instead its taken 2 and a half. Stresssssssssssssssssss.

Last night another fine example, I'm settling back into my seat on the train with my good book (Sister, Rosamund Lupton - very good crime literature) feeling rather relaxed and happy to have not missed the train. Just as the train is about to leave a red haired 40 something lady runs onto the train and sits down with a thud on the seat opposite me. She gets out her blackberry and after laughing out loud and loudly to several text messages (just weird, why would you do that?) then proceeds to make 3 very loud phone calls. I will list these below in more detail so you get an idea of my "entertainment" for the 35 minute train journey:

1. I'm assuming it must be husband - she confirms she is on the train, she asks if their is wine in the fridge as she's had "the day from hell" and "I just can't take it anymore, I mean its just full of b******t". She rants on a bit further about her boss and that she should be home in an hour and then hangs up

She has spoken quite loudly on this call and the packed out but yet silent carriage all breathe a sigh of relief. Myself included, my book is getting good and I don't want to be distracted. But no, she dials again on the blackberry and starts up conversation number 2 at an even louder volume

2. It must be a friend as she once again starts ranting about her horrible job, "But yes darling, you wouldn't understand as you're job is all numbers and figures. Mine's just b******t. Arty farty people who just don't have a clue" but she carries on "Anyway, I don't want to talk about it. How's Susan?" Susan it turns out has broken up with her husband (I assume in their little village clique of friends) and I'm assuming its for some kind of affair reason as red haired lady is not a fan of the husband. "I know what he's playing at. He's trying to give her space and then hope she'll come back. I hope she doesn't. He's a right swine." Poor Susan.

3. Another call back to the husband to confirm she's not far away and then proceeds to read out headlines from the newspaper she's reading claiming all news is b******t and what are they thinking? "Has Pippa Middleton's bum caused the Euro to crash?" She may have a point there.

While all this is going on, about 5 other commuters all crammed into the train around her are giving her ultimate death stares but nothing is deterring her from gossip hour. I have read 1 page of my book but it's not going in as all I can hear is her.

I get off the train annoyed that I haven't read my book, annoyed I'm angry at red haired woman and also annoyed that I will never know what happend to Susan.

This is why people shouldn't chat on their phones in quiet train carriages.

One more day to go - oh yes.

Yesterday did the quick rounds of Forever 21 - very nice. Cheap and cheerful and kind of what I was expecting. Could be good for cute little tops and cardigans though

Wedding on saturday - coral shift dress, cropped balck short sleeved jacket, nude LK bennett shoes, black circular fascinator and black satin clutch bag. Still have a tan so hoping that will mask my enormous tummy and bum which are emerging from below due to no exercise

I will be back on track next week and will be in official training for my triathlon in august and half marathon in october - bring it on

xxxx