Once you are in the rhythm of the commute, it isn't unpleasant at all and the best bit is that I have been devouring book after book on the journey, something I otherwise struggle to make time for. Recent reads have included Mr Mercedes by Stephen King (good), The Bees by Laline Paull (amazing, couldn't put it down), Elizabeth is Missing by Emma Healey (very good debut, I loved the heroine), Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (I am utterly engrossed, really enjoying this book), Sanctus by Simon Toyne (interesting premise). I just need to try not to get so engrossed and miss my stop so often.
Thursday, 2 July 2015
Ramadan Journal 2015: Day 12 – 4pm
4pm sees me heading out of the door at work and full tilt for the train station. Then it’s three different trains and a bus to get home where I can strip off my abaya and hijab and breathe a sigh of relief that I am out of the heat. My husband usually picks and drops me from work, but while he is a way on his travels, I am commuting. The journey sounds horrendous, but by car it is about 15 minutes, the public transport connections are just roundabout between where I love and work.