Sometimes you have journeys that remind you that life isn’t for sitting staring at a device.
Last night on a packed, delayed train home to Brighton the chap next to me asked me if I did this every day. I explained I did and we got to talking.
40 minutes later after having talked about (among other things) both visiting St Petersburg in 1993, the downsides of boarding schools, the best places to eat in Brighton and the generosity of strangers, Mike and I parted company.
He’s not a commuter so, even though he lives in Brighton, it’s not highly likely I’ll see him again, but he made my Tuesday.
There’s no moral or real point to this, other than sometimes it’s good to break out of your routine and do something different, even if it’s just taking to a stranger.
