Flickering Lights....

It's storming again today. Absolutely delightful of course, but it's not so much so if you're running around holding two folders above your head, dodging people and the wet tips of umbrellas which seem to have every persistence of dripping on your head. Stupidly I didn't even bring my own umbrella today, having ignored that sense of foreboding that comes on a fine-looking morning when that little part of you is just so psychic and says, you will need your umbrella...stop rushing out the door for one moment to stop and think for once.

I haven't posted on this blog in ages. A lot of things have changed in the train systems, but not much I suppose; rather that my routine has changed a bit.

I've been travelling to Hurstville, for tutoring on Fridays.

Not much. I'm waiting for my phone to wake up from being battery-dead, so that I can upload the glorious photographs that I took today at Central station whilst running for the Schofields train.


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 Ah yes, which brings me to the subject of this post. The Flickering Lights.

Everyone who has caught a train on a rainy day knows what it's like, sitting down in that damp atmosphere with a drenching cold that causes you to tremble without a coat, wary of that reflective wet stain trailing across the floors, almost hungrily gazing at the bottom of your bag. Well... perhaps hungrily is a bit of a hyperbole...but you catch my drift.

So there we were, the 8 of us, squished into a 6 and 2 seater, chatting and laughing pleasantly about things.

Then...........the lights went out.

"Dementor!" cried VickiE in a transparent attempt to break the ice - as well as releasing her own first-impressions to the group. We all laughed.

Honestly I won't drag this out, but the lights flickered quite a bit, switching off and then back on. For the first 5 or so times, we were irrational, stopping simply to meaningfully wide-eye-stare at each other in falsetto-fear. Then I said something about electrical disturbance.

The second time it occurred, we were passing the cemetery. Ooo~ No disrespect intended, but it was quite a bit of an epiphany moment. Perhaps it were not dementors after all...