On a train journey, the woman seated next to me had a deep, rich and germy cough. I discreetly turned away, but across the aisle a young woman with a rose-red nose sniffled sadly. In the next block of seats, a man sneezed loudly from time to time.
Martin wondered if this was a special coach for people with viruses to share, coach 'V', rather like coach 'B', 'the quiet coach'.
Given the propensity of viruses to mutate, I wonder what sparkling new disease we could have created on a six-hour journey?
5 comments:
Given the fact that you did'nt have tickets for the journey, should'nt you have sat on the roof of the train!
Sorry Helen
It was 1963 and the train stopped at Bridego Bridge where 1 million quid was off-loaded by Ronnie Biggs & his henchmen!
FARES PLEASE, FARES PLEASE, FARES PLEASE. What ticket)s) did you possess for the journey?
or did you have an annual-Rail Card!
Was this the Orient Express or just the daily commute to/from work Sorry!
Oh No, not the Intercity Virus!
Was it the Northbound Train?
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