With pity in his voice the mustachioed guard informed me that it would take over four hours to get to Lincoln and that I would be blessed with an hour to cool my heels in Peterborough. At around 25 pence per minute I believe the train to be great value for money. At one I shall be presenting my work to students in Lincoln. Happily I am being distracted from my nervousness by a gentleman two seats away who is managing to stretch his legs under the table in front of him, under the facing seats and into my footwell. I have been kicked twice and fear that before long I must challenge him on his inconsiderate behaviour.
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