As I got to Victoria St, I realised that to get the 8.17pm train, I had to run at breakneck speed. Overcoat unbuttoned and shoes clattering along the pavement sounding like clogs, I managed to get to the train station with a minute to spare.
Then I remembered the train was at 8.22, not 8.17. And it was late. Bloody typical.
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