It is odd-the quietest moments of my week are actually on the train from home to London. In the morning, there is rarely a sound to be heard on the train-despite it being packed with people standing in the aisles by the 4th stop.
You may hear the occasional whispered hello between people but that is about it. Most are sleeping, listening to Ipods, reading a book or the paper. And if you are brave enough to answer your mobile phone should it have the audacity to ring-the mass of looks that are sent your way could strike you down or turn you to stone!
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