Rushing

I wasn't, they were. Either late for the train on the platform next to mine or getting off the late arriving train I was getting on.
I like the train, apart from when you get sat with the kind of arseholes who can come out with phrases like "I told my husband, I know Judes only 3 but no kid of mine is being seen in dunlop wellies, anyway the hunter ones were only £42 ". 
You shallow, vacuous, waste of oxygen.

Lovely home-made soup for dinner though courtesy of J9s fair hands. Which was nice.