Sarah almost cracks.

well, today i got probably a little TOO irate about the letter that I've been stressed about not arriving turning out to be found buried under someone else's mail... two weeks after it actually had arrived (why? why would you cover it with your own mail then going on holiday for a fortnight without giving it to me!? RAAAAGE) - but my god that thing had been stressing me out! i swear, its going to end up costing me at least an extra £30, three grey hairs and cutting about 90 minutes off my life expectancy. but what was really strange was after the post office hadn't opened on time and id been back and forth to the co-op attempting to purchase stamps, then given up and stood back outside of the post office waiting for either service or death in the miserable north eastern weather - on the verge of having a mental break down - a 1900's steam locomotive drove down the centre of my tiny mining village on the back of a wagon. totally through me off. certainly made it very difficult to remain in a state of violence - especially seen as the very next car happened to be the (late!) post office guy! alright god.... you win this one - it was kind of worth loosing some hair pigments.

yes - trains brighten my day. it really was a lovely bit of stuff :D