So, the train. A LOT posher than I expected - and it can't be more than half full! I have my room (erm, birth?) to myself, with the top bunk folded out of the way giving me loads of space. My next door neighbour is Ben (we scared each other by meeting in the joint bathroom that links our rooms together within about 10 minutes of getting onbaord). Prep school boy (Rob) and the Spanish man are in second class a few carriages down.
I settled in, made my bed and popped next door for vodka with Ben and Rob. Only to be told off by the guard for making my bed the wrong way - and, much to my embarressment, having it made again for me. The boys didn't...perhaps I'm really rubbish at making beds?
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