Normalcy

After having been away for two weeks on business, all I want to do is
get home and hug my family. I've been looking forward to the normalcy
of home.

Due to ill-scheduled flights, I'm going to miss the first half of
England's last group stage match of the World Cup. I rush across the
whole of Manchester airport to get to the station, only to find that
my train has been, wait for it... Yes, you guessed it. Cancelled. So,
I get to sit in a sweaty platform cafe and wait for an hour for a
train instead of hugs and miss the match. I did say I was craving normalcy.

Sweaty boogers

I've always thought of myself as a person who likes people. It turns
out that I like people as long as I'm not in a searingly hot, crowded
enclosed space. So perhaps I like people in the abstract.

There's a man in business clothes unabashedly rooting around in his
nose opposite me, and another guy having a go at the conductor for
something that is clearly his own stupid fault. He also seems to think
that 3 out of four seats and 90% of the table belongs to him. Rather
than explode, I'm just going to passive-aggressively shove his things
around with my laptop millimetres at a time. He'd better watch it, or
he will be on the next installment of the Travelling Douchebag.