Late nite stuff...

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Date: 12 September 2006 07:58:19

Was a little grumpy again, dog tired following a long day which itself followed a broken night of sleep (son boy decided to be wider than wide awake at 3am. He did play in his room 'til 5ish but then decided he'd rather be sociable from then on in). Anyhow, worked at home on various bits and bobs (primarily art centre stuff) until 4 then straight into work until half ten then on the last bus home to arrive sometime around half 11.

Could be more awake.

Anyhow, grumpiness abated via thoughts towards the only other person on the bus with me. Don't know her name but every time I've caught the last bus she's always there. She looks horribly tired, keeps yawning and rubbing her face and I can't help feeling that, no matter how tired I am, I don't work half as hard as she probably does. She gets off the bus at the train station normally and then goes into the station itself, presumably to carry on with another leg of her journey, to get home at Lord knows what time. I'm blessed in that the bus I catch to work starts and ends at a stop directly in front of my house... (although there's a ten minute walk from the stop to the arts centre but even that's not arduous). Tonight will be harder for her in as much as the roads around the train station in Woking are being dug up (and have been so for months upon months now causing no end of comedy delays which end in someone getting frustrated with someother. This time the road itself is shut, rather than squashed into one small corridor of near misses that alludes to be a single lane so that means that the woman on the bus has an extra walk to make on top of the already long journey that she is half way through. Doesn't seem fair all told. More than anything else her shoulders sag, even though she's just sitting in front of me, as if through age or weights attached to her wrists yet she looks the same age as me. Just stopped near the station now and she's off, running towards the station. I can see her shrink between each light that's placed along the long walkway between the new temporary bus stop and the station entrance a fair way away... This'll last a month, the races at the end of a long day. I hope she manages to catch whatever train she's hoping for. I hope that whatever strength she needs added to whatever gets used in the daily grind is provided to her...