Minnie’s Musings

I have got to the stage of being in some discomfort as more and more people pile onto this train, further blocking the passage to the loo and struggling to stay upright as we sway gently southbound. I am now obsessing about whether it is worth finding a bog at the station or waiting to use the bathroom at our son’s residential home. Perhaps the loo seat will be warm and more importantly clean there.

This is so crowded that a young mother and son were unable to disembark, with the little one getting caught in the sliding doors as they tried to push through. The throng of people between them and the doors were unable to see that it would be easier for all if they got off and back on again, letting those who needed to get off to do so. Luckily the two Birmingham stops are in quite close proximity but still the weary and worried duo only just made it onto the platform at the airport before the doors snapped shut again.

Personally I am an advocate of the loud and forthright use of ‘Excuse me!’ or ‘Would you mind?’ or ‘I need to get through, please’, with the gentle pressure of a shoulder or forearm wriggling through stationary persons in my way. Call me pushy. I am.

However I am reluctant to indulge in such levels of movement with a very full bladder that I do not trust. So I shall suffer, silently (but loudly in my head).