Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’

For the past nine months, I’ve had to take a train to and from work every day. At first, there was a sort of fun novelty to it, not to mention all the things I pretended I could do with that time.

Two hours a day? I could take an audio language course! Or write a book! Or read all the books I’ve always wanted to!

Of course, eventually I realised that the only thing to do on a commute is to sit and steep in your hatred for everyone around you.

Me on an average day's commute.

Me on an average day’s commute.

But. Every so often, I’ll encounter a person on my commute that makes it totally worth it. Today was one of these rare occasions.

It didn’t look like it was going to be a great day, with three trains being delayed because of the bad weather. With three rush hour trains worth of commuters packed onto one train, and it looking likely that I’d be standing all the way to Glasgow, I was feeling pretty grumpy.

And then, at Linlithgow station, salvation arrived in the form of a three year old little girl, her six year old sister and their world weary grandparents.

There were too many gems to count, but here are just a few of my favourites.

3yo: I’ve got a great joke! What kind of hot dog has no tail? No…wait…what kind of dog has no tail?

3yo: What do you call a sheep with no legs? *pause* I can’t remember.

3yo: What do you call a clock with eight legs? Wait…have I told the clocktopus joke already? No? Okay, what do you call a clock with eight legs?

3yo: Can I hold my ticket? Granny. Granny. Granny. Can I hold my ticket?
Papa: How about having a sweetie instead?
*sweeties are handed out*
3yo: Papa, can I have another sweetie?
Granny: No, you’re not getting another one.
3yo: Granny, can I hold my ticket?

6yo: We’re not fighting, we’re just playing a nice game. *launches herself at her sister, sending her flying into the aisle*

6yo: Granny, can I have another sweetie?
Granny: No.
6yo: But I only had one.
Granny: Everybody only had one.
6yo: Papa didn’t.
*Papa looks shifty*

Thank you, you tiny little heroes, for brightening up a very rubbish train journey.

Oh, I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside!

Today, I decided to sack off the whole city living thing and go hang out with my grandad in Troon.

I carefully chose an “I-am-a-fine-upstanding-citizen” outfit and hopped a train to the seaside.


This is me pretending to be a responsible young lady, who has her shit together and wears blouses like it aint no thang. I say “thang” now. Deal with it.


I wore my awesome froggy earrings in honour of mine and my grandad’s mutual amphibian obsession.

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Blustery train ride.


Blustery beach.



Outside is overrated.

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