I did sleep. The inflatable travel cushion came in handy. As I exited the train at Shrewsbury I passed an old man carrying a number plate. I saw him again a few minutes later in the coffee shop where he directed me to the much needed sugar. Pigeons are flocking about the bridge as we pull away from the station. I am not in my seat No. 20 F as the Man in 21 F is so fast asleep it seems unfair to wake him. Especially as the train is half empty. The Cardiff central train is purple. The seats purple flecked, To my left sits a man reading the Sun. The coffee served to me by the lad with the yellow black bruise around his left eye is rubbish.
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