The Train Tantrum Thing


You don’t have to go to Global markets to witness a tantrum. The brand new, “it doesn’t cost anything to be nice,” campaign which I have initiated suffered an early setback today when, because of unforeseen car issues, I was forced to rouse the Sleeping Lioness at 05:30am for a lift to the station. In fact, it would have been easier to deal with a Sleeping Lioness than the snappy, bity thing I had to share a car with and I stumbled on to the train after a short but memorable journey, somewhat shocked that Mrs Flashbang even knew such words. I won’t be seeing her for a few days; I’m hoping the swelling should be down by Thursday though.