Commuter Tales #1 — I argued with a deaf man on the train
and I lost! even though I am still not quite sure how
2 min readApr 25, 2020
The annual season ticket for my train commute costs me more than my mortgage. It takes a lot for that to settle in with me. My tedious, uncomfortable grump infested commute that consumes a couple of hours of my every working day, costs me more than my home situated in a quaint Cambridgeshire village, that is filled with love, prized possessions, and, my personal favourite, food.