EIGHT years ago, when MWP moved to central London, I became a regular rail commuter. My train starts empty, but well before it reaches Kings Cross it's standing room only. And no matter how much you try to stay in your own bubble, it's usually impossible to totally exclude all the other conversations that are going on around you (especially if you're nosey). One morning the bubble was burst early on - first by the announcement of delays due to a swan on the line (station staff reluctant to approach, fearing a broken arm inflicted by one flap of its wings?); then by a chance meeting of two estate agents on the adjacent seats, obviously acquaintances, who spent the next half hour exchanging all the latest gossip from their industry (they have an award for 'lifetime achievement'!).
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