My seat..right?

Something I’ve been musing over since the weekend..( don’t know if it’s a good blog subject but hey I’m new to this)

Saturday night I boarded a train from Oxford to Birmingham New Street luckily found my seat quickly and then oh the usual knot in my stomach as I realised I would have to ask someone to move out of my seat…

I love my train journeys, a booked seat, hopefully a good treat trolley (so important) and even more importantly good travelling companions…

But every time I dread having to ask people to move, in my experience people are normally perfectly fine about it, but not Saturday the girl I had to ask to move was not happy…at all.

I was very glad when she and her friends got off at Leamington Spa.

I’ve since been told that perhaps I should’ve sat somewhere else and given up my seat…
But hang on a moment I paid for that seat. I collected my tickets (and checked every few moments that they were still in my bag) I got to the train station on time for that seat.

So it’s my seat isn’t it…I have every right to move the person sitting in it…don’t I?

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Oxford,Inspector Morse and more…

Right…hello…
So inspired by Twitter friend and great Jewellery maker @WorshipBlues I’ve set up a little blog.
I must try and keep up with this, I tend to get distracted very very ooh something shiny…easily.

At the moment I’m on holiday which is currently being spent watching Black Books and eating Midget Gems, not the most productive afternoon I agree but it is good.

Saturday was spent in the beautiful city of Oxford with good friend @HistorianLaura
I am quite the Inspector Morse fan so to be in his city was a thrill…look below for a few pics…
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Oh dear I think that is it for the moment..come back soon for more thrilling posts…no seriously do…