The lady who works at the train station I go to London from for my radiotherapy everyday noticed that I was a regular and (because of my action man hair probably guessed my condition) told me how I could save a third on my rail ticket everyday by applying for a railcard, she has saved me over £50 on the cost of the travel for this treatment alone, what a lovely lady she was and how nice of her to actually notice me and take the time to help me.
On the way back from London I was sitting on the train minding my own business reading my book when a lowlife girl with a massive dog got on and sat opposite me, she had only been there about 30 seconds and was straight in there, whith "what are you f***ing looking at" etc etc, all the other passengers pretended to look out the windows. Well my dear readers she had picked on the only person in the carriage who doesn't give a f**k about what I say now, so I absolutely slayed her! Asking her if she thought that I was afraid of her? or her dog? What exactly did she want a fight? Ok I'll fight you! and your dog! She looked like she was going to faint! She then kept apologising all the way to the next station where she got off. So that was the ugly side of life, including all those men and women on that train who were quite happy to let a quite obviously ill 50 year old woman be abused by a lowlife scumbag.
Treatment is going fine got a couple of niggles with side effects but nothing to bring me down too much.
Love to you all, Jayne xx
