She was standing there in the doorway of the train, arms crossed and a face like a slapped arse. To be fair to her, she was remarkably nice about it (she'd had a week to simmer down), and simply informed me frostily that she'd been doing a lot of washing since our last meeting.
On the return journey, a young guy from her group was persuaded to swap carriages with her, and I was relegated to a bottom bunk. In the middle of the night, my 8 year old sister pushed her bedclothes from the top bunk (while still asleep), then fell 6 feet onto them. Unhurt and drowsy, she crawled into the nearest bed. It belonged to the new guy. On reflection, we can't have been much fun to travel with...
Oh and sorry about my loose interpretation of the compo, it seemed a shame not to use two such perfect facial expressions!
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Fri 6 Aug 2010, 1:42,
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On the return journey, a young guy from her group was persuaded to swap carriages with her, and I was relegated to a bottom bunk. In the middle of the night, my 8 year old sister pushed her bedclothes from the top bunk (while still asleep), then fell 6 feet onto them. Unhurt and drowsy, she crawled into the nearest bed. It belonged to the new guy. On reflection, we can't have been much fun to travel with...
Oh and sorry about my loose interpretation of the compo, it seemed a shame not to use two such perfect facial expressions!
Nice ending, thanks.And the pic isn't too bad either.
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Fri 6 Aug 2010, 1:45,
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