An early return from London finds me on the 7pm train out of Kings Cross. Coach F however is overheating. It is like a travelling sauna. So people are trying to avoid the coach and all the seat reservations have been moved elsewhere. Not that that has helped me. I picked up my ticket and there was no seat reservation in sight. I could have gone into coach F but the thought of a three hour sauna did not appeal. So I am in coach H sitting opposite someone eating the vilest smelling burger I have encountered for some time.
It is of course, Alan's funeral tomorrow. I am expecting a large number of people to attend the service to say goodbye.
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