April's stuck on a train outside London Bridge (points failure), and i've got the dinner on. I'd better turn it down otherwise my lovingly prepared sausage casserole is going to be very dry.
Hurry up train. I'm starving!!!
My bloody train was reduced to a 6 carriage (usually 12), the service has been terrible recently. Pull your bloody finger out South Eastern.
My people call me the dude. I share my teachings in the passages below... (along with many typos, grammatical errors and lazy writing)
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