Unconfirmed Reports

1st Leg: Oxford - London
Friday evening

Spent the whole day in a hurry - no, the whole of the last three days in a hurry - just managing to finish everything off in time to leave the office at 5:30 and catch this train to London.

An inauspicious start to our public transport adventure, as we hastily jumped on the train about to leave Platform 1, only to find that it was the achingly slow train, stopping in every damn hamlet between Oxford and London. This train always gets to me, even when I’m in no particular hurry. Worse, I’m hungry, and I haven’t got the right ticket (decided to save money by buying a young person’s ticket I am not entited to), so I have consant low-level anxiety. Not much though: if they fine me, I’ll just factor that in to “running costs”.

Oriana is distractedly pretending to read “My Reality”, by Fosco Antonio, but really just looking out the window. I have been trying to read “The Fermata”, by Nicholson Baker, but really too hungry to read much.

And I have just learnt how to say “I’m sorry, I don’t speak English”, in Arabic. That’s sure to come in handy.

Ma’a l’asef. La atakalam inglizi.