Tim and I have been struck by some sort of viral bug. We’ve got the body aches, disgusting snot, sore throats, the works. I think I got hit first and then passed it on to him (or the other way round; who knows when we sleep in the same room?). Suffice to say, with us being in the same room, it’s now a cesspool of germs.
It’s times like this that I wish I was back in Malaysia. Yes, I was a “siu cheh” (little miss) back home, I don’t deny it. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about food. Having to tend to a sick person when you’re sick too isn’t a piece of cake. And no, I’m not even going to think about what it’s going to be like when kids come into the picture.
So right now, I’ll just go back to my hot cuppa. Honey, lemon and hot water, that should, at least, soothe a fiery throat. I hope.
A guy standing on the link between carriages, in the open. Very dangerous, methinks, but he preferred to stand there than stay in the carriage. I was scared for him, I really was.
Unibrow man with the most gorgeous long eyelashes I’ve ever seen. Too much hair growing in the wrong places, mate. Wax off the middle of your brows, and give me your eyelashes, dammit!
An old, unkempt man who, after losing his balance on the moving train, stumbled a bit, and started stamping his feet and shaking his fists, gesturing to no one in a train full of people. He got off his seat, stomped the train whilst uttering goodness-knows-what, shaking his fists, went to the door, kicked and lashed out, and got back in. Those sitting around him quickly got off their seats and sat somewhere else. This continued until we stopped at Caulfield Station. Two Connex fellas came in looking for him, and that was when he quickly got out and left. The look of relief on the passengers was a sight indeed.
All this on the Cranbourne/Pakenham line. Who needs an iPod when you’ve got these to keep you entertained?