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Five changes If I tried to give you up, it would be like buying a train ticket from Aberystwyth to Hastings, on a Sunday or a Bank Holiday - a reduced service, works on the line essential maintenance; and I'd expected five changes, steeled myself for Shrewsbury, Wolverhampton, Reading, Gatwick and Brighton had psyched myself to tick them off, one by one, but found cancellations, my progress halted, my plans thwarted, my route re-arranged on a chalked easel with quirky spellings; inaudible apologies and instead of three-down-two-to-go, time for a coffee, a quick last sidinged pass at crossword or sudoku, I'd find I was just travelling - locomoting slowly - in a large reticulated arc back to you. |
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