Train carriages and railway stations are and will most likely continue to be a prominent feature in my years here in the UK.. I have just come back from the station, and Thomas is the name of the lil kid that amused me on one of the numerous train rides I made down south awhile ago.. I still remember, he had been to Peterborough to meet his grandma in the hospital.. and he told me about lego land.. and his annoying lil brother.. not that he was much of a big brother, for he was just about 4-5 years old himself! He even gave me his address.. his postcode I believe.. unfortunately, I have forgotten..
Thomas is one of the plenty once in a life time encounters I will ever have.. But boy, the roar of the train engine is one that is becoming way to familiar now.. and the feel of the railway station.. The rustic feel of it.. The conductor, the clock.. the cold air.. Way too familiar..
Hmm.. the familiarity of this perhaps suggests I frequent the railway station way too often.. but hey, am not always the passenger on board and the trains I board head in other directions too!
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