Righteousness is quite comfortable but it is not as spacious as the seats and tables in First Class. First Class travel is permitted when travelling for work; there are a lot of rumours about the rules on this. Some people say if your journey is more than two hours you can travel First Class. Another thing people say is that it is OK as long as you are doing work. Some say ought not dismiss possibility of First Class if on seventh day did pass. Maybe not the last bit.
The long and short of it is this: no-one checks anything anyone does. But they tell people that times are hard. So, I’ve decided that for my own piece of mind that I won’t travel First Class anymore as long as I can reserve a seat in standard (because I do actually work…for real – at least on the way there).
The first test of this new moral high ground was last Monday. When I travelled to and from London. In luxury First Class carriages. WAIT! It was OK, when I booked the travel it offered me different ticket types. And First Class was about £25 more expensive. £25 isn’t anything is it? And trust me the companion I had that day warranted that I allow myself a comfortable journey. And them talking to me incessantly meant it was not possible to do any work. I did have a nice Virgin Trains breakfast though.
Booking trains for today had proved a different challenge. Today First Class was somewhat more expensive and so, like a hero – yes a hero, I took my seat in STANDARD accommodation. For a journey of OVER TWO HOURS. AND I WORKED ALL THE WAY. Sorry….I just had to stop typing to check my post box for my OBE. Still not there.
There is an amusing epilogue to this tale of rail travel. On Friday I was emailed to ask to attend a second meeting after the meeting I was travelling down for. However I had booked non-flexible tickets, for cost saving. So I ended up – and when I say I, I don’t mean me – having to pay an administrative fee and then more for a flexible ticket (as I didn’t know how long the second meeting would be and I’d learned my lesson). Which wouldn’t be so bad as I, and when I say I, I don’t mean I, could get some money back on the cancelled ticket if I could return some of the other ticket. So I was careful not to throw the tickets away – placing them safely in the pocket of my shirt. The very shirt I was ironing fresh out of the washing machine and wondering what the cardboardy mush was in my pocket..
This last anecdote is the first part of my Christmas gifts to my loyal readers. Feel free to use the anecdote as your own*, putting yourself in the story and telling it in the first person.
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