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The journey home was a lot smoother than the one here. The only tough part was dragging our suitcases to the station. But we were there nice and early, pretty much first on our carriage so we got our heavy suitcases in luggage rack rather than on our table and no one claimed that our seats were theirs (an American was briefly confused, but he was actually in carriage L rather than carriage A - the American idiot).
Even the wifi worked pretty well, which I don't think has ever happened to me on a train before and I began to suspect that I had died dragging my wife's suitcase up the hill (what the Hell did she have in there?) and this was the after life. If so, it was pretty good. Would recommend.
I put up links to today's RHLSTP with Zainab Johnson on social media -
get it here - and it felt like I had recorded that 1000 years ago, but when I checked it was 11 days. Even a short Edinburgh Fringe plays with your perception of time - it's like the rest of the world shot away from you at light speed and now it's returned you have aged 50 years, whilst they are just minutes older.
When we changed at Peterborough the new train came to the same platform that we'd got off the old one on and we were home by 3.30pm.
And by the time I was dragging my wife's suitcase up the road to home (it turns out that her wheels don't really work any more - I'd let her take my lighter and more efficient suitcase. Will she mention that in her stand up? No, all snoring and leaving the butter out and none of all the good stuff I do. Which admittedly isn't as funny) it felt like Edinburgh had never even happened. That magical Scotch kingdom appears once a year and then disappears as it it was never there.
Good to be back in Hitchin. A lot has happened since we've been away. The post box by the station has been vandalised or crashed into or blown up and the front had fallen off and the road up the hill to the A1 is closed for repairs. I just hope people haven't forgotten us.
Cool to see the British Sewing Bee taken a surprisingly scatological turn. I guess they run out of things to sew and inevitably move on to waste outlets.
