Quiet coach?

I think I'm turning into one of those grumpy old women at the grand old age of 33 - but when I commute home every evening I like to sit in the quiet coach of my train, which is mobile phone and general noise free. Miserable, yes, but it allows me to sleep or sadly catch up on some work that I have been unable to finish.

Now last night - I had been out for a couple of drinks (thanks Catalysis!!) - it was definitely Pimms O'Clock time at 6pm yesterday. Unlike a couple of the CRN team, I managed to leave before the dreaded beer goggles took hold, and all I wanted to do was have an old git nap in the corner of the carriage and read my freebie paper.

No such luck - there were two girls sitting in the quiet coach who read the signs and then decided to call all their friends on speakerphone for the entire journey - interspersed by throwing cheap plonk down their throats as quickly as possible.

How I managed to resist saying something I don't know - but I was not in a very good mood when I arrived home.