Beaconsfield to London

A funny thing happened to me on the way to work the other day...I realized that whether I liked it or not (and in spite of my wearing trainers, T-shirt and big dark sunnies), I had become a suburban overland commuter. I knew the train schedule. I knew how long it took to cycle to the station. I knew where to position myself on the platform so as to be perfectly aligned with the doors when the train came to a stop. I knew which carriage was most likely to have a free seat (the rear one). I knew which seats had more shoulder room and more knee room. I knew all the things a suburban commuter knows because...I was now one of them.