I was, as usual, reading on the train to work this morning. (This book if you're interested.) I was dragged rudely back to reality by an unpleasantly cold draft drifting across my legs. Looking up to find out where it came from, I was surprised to discover that the train was at Waterloo and everyone else had already got off. Good job it's winter or I might have ended up going back the way I came.
Sounds good then.
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