It's that Friday Feeling

Oh you know it's going to be a good day when you wake up and it's dark and murky with a drizzle of rain thrown in (down the back of your collar)

Made it to the station in time to catch my train to London only to find the first seat I try has a broken armrest and the second seat, although not visibly broken, turns out to have an idiot installed opposite.

For the next 1 hour 40 minutes the idiot tap dances on my feet, knocks my knees and stands on the top of my shoes gradually increasing pressure and then releasing again.

During all this time he is sifting through a bag of leaflets their 'wedding planner' has given them. Now I'm no expert on wedding planners, but I am the publisher of an online wedding magazine so weddings and their components are not exactly a foreign language to me, BUT SURELY the idea of a having a wedding planner is so that you don't have to sift through all of the leaflets, you don't have to choose between suppliers. SURELY you discuss the ideas you have with the knowledge they have and then they go off and source the suppliers for you to match the desired objectives whilst adhering to your budget.

So whilst puzzling this 3rd party irritation, playing 'name that tune' as it's drummed into my metatarsal, and generally trying to sleep... the idiot decides to phone the fiancée to have an inane conversation over whether he should be looking at the 'groom's pack' he's been given without her?

Now I know mobile phone conversations on trains can be quite annoying in general but at least some are for a purpose, an emergency, or are unavoidable. But Idiot did as Idiots do and proceeded to have one of those "go on, you agree, no I'll agree, no don't disagree, oh I agree" in the style of a "love you more... no, love you more..." drivel drivel drivel

Roll on Saturday