tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post3797566514097915521..comments2023-11-03T12:31:51.669+00:00Comments on Country Lite: choo chooMillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967731998504496807noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-10554557107966327432016-06-29T00:06:05.249+01:002016-06-29T00:06:05.249+01:00It is Dr.EBHOSE you can email him if you need assi...It is Dr.EBHOSE you can email him if you need assistance in your relationship ebhodaghespell@gmail.com<br />I promise you your problems are solved immediately. After being in<br />relationship with him for seven years, he left me, I did everything<br />can I bring him back behind, but all in vain. 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There's one train, once a week, that comes across the country from Toronto, taking four days. It's for tourists - not for anyone really needing to get from Toronto to Vancouver.Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-43402272414021963692011-06-11T15:04:21.083+01:002011-06-11T15:04:21.083+01:00I've just booked and delivered return tickets ...I've just booked and delivered return tickets for me and Amy to travel from Newcastle to Cambridge. There's 2 changes on the outward journey but only one change on the return journey! Also, I could have gone for just one change which would have taken us from Newcastle to Kings Cross, then back on ourselves to Cambridge. I find that very confusing! Also, as we are both classed as disabled, I could have got us both a disability railcard at £20 each for one year. But you can't use both at the same time and as I'd have only saved £30 on the journey, I'd have still been a tenner out of pocket, should I have bought 2 railcards! Again, very confusing. Fortunately I don't use the train usually, this will be the first one I've been on for 10 years! Not absolutely sure I'm looking forward to it!<br /><br />CJ xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-84884456288149626522011-06-10T19:57:59.452+01:002011-06-10T19:57:59.452+01:00What I can't bear is the hope. You book your ...What I can't bear is the hope. You book your ticket, you specify the "Quiet" carriage, and all the way there some hateful flapjack is jawing away on her mobile phone, the ringtone of which is Abba's greatest crime against music. You can't say anything in case she's Mrs Stabby McStab. Then you put your earphones in and your next-door neighbour glares at you on account of the practically inaudible level of hiss escaping.<br /><br />Top blog as usual, and thanks for coming to pick me up. My, how we sank that first glass when we got home!Edwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06548801150312804111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-32388517309600703782011-06-10T14:37:34.779+01:002011-06-10T14:37:34.779+01:00yes, a small (OK, large) part of me, BSM, realises...yes, a small (OK, large) part of me, BSM, realises how wet this is cf all those brave souls battling daily with the beast of public transport. What really stresses is the arbitrary nature of the changing rules, the sort of cheating aspect now that ticket is product, the wilful obfuscation. Oh well, once on, it's a joy. Someone else at the wheel? Oh yes. Am glad your experiences haven't scarred you or put you off, Frances.Millahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15967731998504496807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-34321660055021791872011-06-10T10:16:10.356+01:002011-06-10T10:16:10.356+01:00I'm howling at your last line, Milla :D :D
I ...I'm howling at your last line, Milla :D :D<br /><br />I should send Hubby over to read your blog. He does the London run a couple of times a week and has some horror stories.<br /><br />As if life's not already stressful enough, imagine having to go to work every day AND having to travel by train. Shudders at thought. <br /><br />xxxBluestocking Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01502764742097142372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-64793619801201793872011-06-10T00:40:20.998+01:002011-06-10T00:40:20.998+01:00Milla, when I first started travelling over to the...Milla, when I first started travelling over to the UK and riding the trains, it was pre Mrs Thatcher. The trains seemed to turn up as expected, and often had cars so vintage that I could imagine myself traveling in some film.<br /><br />I would buy a ticket, usually with cash, and usually much cheaper than such a journey would cost over here in the States. The departure and arrival times seemed to be on the mark.<br /><br />Then I do remember realizing that a change had come. Since my travels were still on my holiday visits, I could be a bit laissez-faire about the timing, but I realized that predictability was no longer a force.<br /><br />I particularly remember one Saturday at Paddington, waiting for a train to Oxford. Trains seemed to come and go, the departures/arrivals posting board never quite caught up with any real live experience of those of us in the station.<br /><br />Some arriving trains never even "docked" at the station before taking off again.<br /><br />I did eventually get on a train and shared some laughs with some fellow travelers who hoped to be bound for Stratford. The train did get to Oxford, but my return trip to London was another adventure entirely, involving buses, delays, drama.<br /><br />As always, Milla, your writing is a delight.<br /><br />xoFranceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08352407314710067616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-29959860722822115702011-06-09T19:14:04.617+01:002011-06-09T19:14:04.617+01:00I still feel like I'm dreaming when, here in t...I still feel like I'm dreaming when, here in the US of A, you run for a bus you've missed, and the driver actually stops and lets you on. There's none of that slowing down to make the punter think she has a chance, then pulling away with a mean-spirited glance through the rear view mirror.<br />Sales assistants (in shops and train stations) will gladly tell you about the latest deals, and yesterday while buying mosquito-proof clothing, the lovely young man went back to the till desk to get a coupon to scan, which saved me about $15 on one item. I still sometimes have to pinch myself.Expat mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-67703277793162832372011-06-09T17:56:02.232+01:002011-06-09T17:56:02.232+01:00For about nine years I travelled each day on the t...For about nine years I travelled each day on the train to go to school, an experience which presumably couldn't happen today - or could it? Do they treat differently people with season tickets (or with high visibility jackets come to that). But yes, we've all been there done that had to plead to have the ticket stamped and changed, forced to confess and apologise for some train being cancelled or delayed and then feeling hopelessly grateful when we are actually allowed to travel even though there aren't any seats. Still, as they used to say 'Even a journey by the Eastern Counties Railway has to come to en end sometime.'Fenniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377814681496294457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-5440200516364899512011-06-09T17:38:15.739+01:002011-06-09T17:38:15.739+01:00thanks, Leigh, and will remember that. Because tha...thanks, Leigh, and will remember that. Because that, of course, is another thing, the arcane naming of Products - HTF are we to know what the silly things are called! My little lad in the high vis was a goodie. Dared not name him lest he gets the sack :(Millahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15967731998504496807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-76595114705426072682011-06-09T17:17:19.993+01:002011-06-09T17:17:19.993+01:00I too have had my share of Trains. And Delays. And...I too have had my share of Trains. And Delays. And Customer-let's-see-how-bad-we-can-make-this-Service. But you get 'em everywhere. Those People. Small People they are. In brain and (imho) probably willy-size too.<br /><br />Have found smashing staff at times, and must sing up for them. Like the guard who told me once, "It's called the 'Price Buster' love. We can't sell it to you unless you ask for it by name. So don't forget. Price Buster. Now, that'll be £11.40, please." She saved me a fiver - not only on that journey, but every subsequent time I've made the same journey. That's been a lot of fivers now.<br /><br />But yeah, the small-willy brigade make me fume. God rot 'em.<br /><br />Thanks for posting. Love your writing style. Sorry for long comment ;o)Leigh Forbeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01651812577518625326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-51832637302687026012011-06-09T16:53:49.686+01:002011-06-09T16:53:49.686+01:00Yeah, bit of a frustrated rant this one. It was Ti...Yeah, bit of a frustrated rant this one. It was Tina, such a saint, so sweet. I know it's a cliche to slag off the trains, but God knows, the few times I encounter it's bloody disastrous!Millahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15967731998504496807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-36060804312618872272011-06-09T16:36:01.127+01:002011-06-09T16:36:01.127+01:00Aaaghh.. I read this cos I wanted to calm down, to...Aaaghh.. I read this cos I wanted to calm down, to laugh, to feel slightly more at one with the normal world but, but, but...just aaaghhh....the petty bureaucracy, the sheer impotence...the wanting to scream and the act of crying. Too much. Too much. I hate them. Hate them all so much. Apart from Tina. Poor Tina of the outstretched arm. It was Tina, wasn't it? xxxxExmoorjanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09230395732150659356noreply@blogger.com