Abhaile

Fucking train stations.....again.

Where am I this time?

Sounds like Gdansk but looks like Liverpool.

Fuck. I'm home.

A worried flock of Mormons scurry away from the blast radius around me in double quick time. They weren't here for me. I didn't maim them too professionally. They don't seem too out of place in the Mook parade outside the station. Even with the usual scabby wino/junky/god botherer /taxi driver slurry fermenting the place didn't seem too bad. The sunshine helped. I look up to the unusual blue and spy an Air Corps Cessna doing Lazy Eights.

Odd that. Scorning the mobile I hit up Bock on a landline. As I wait for it to connect I see the combined police and army teams pull up front. The Cessna was flying top cover for them. Just in case the Wright Bros came back to life and decided to attack them...with a paper plane.

My call goes through.

"I'm here"

"What's the weather like there?"

"Lovely. A bit warm for you maybe."

"Agreed. Have you much luggage?"

"No."
"Go out the gate and turn left. Go up Hyde Road.There's a pub about 50 metres down on the left. Wait there."

"Vehicle?"

" You'll know it."

I did too.