Cherish Silence

The elderley foursome got on the train soon after Gorse Fox and settled into the seats nearby. As they sat down the elegant blonde started to talk to the companions. The train pulled out of Victoria Station and started its journey south. At Clapham Junction she took a breath whilst one of the companions said "Oh yes" and then continued.

By East Croydon the two male companions were asleep, but blondie was still in full flow.

The Gorse Fox drifted off, not waking until Haywards Heath.

Blondie was still holding forth, her male companions were still asleep and the female was looking desperate. We had heard about Jo; about Katie; about the strong-willed (disobediant) grandchild and her phone calls; about Bob Geldorf's sartorial elegance; about Chris Eubanks and his 4x4; and so many more subjects of utter disinterest to us all. Her husband stirred, opened one eye, looked at the female companion, and decided that sleep was probably the best approach and settled back down. Blondie continued, and the train approached Hove, where the other couple - with a looked of sheer relief on their faces - left the train. GF is not sure but their seemed to be a spring in their step as they made their way down the platform.

Blondie continued - her husband now awake. Were they in the right part of the train? What a nice day it had been. They must do it again... and on and on.

At Worthing the train split. The sound of panic briefley entered her voice Are we in the right section? Which carriage are we in?. Appeased she reverted to drivel. At West Worthing she and her her husband (who I can only assume to be a saint, or deaf) left the train. The normal peace of an English railway carriage was restored.

Gorse Fox wonders how women (because he has never known a man to do it) can do that. How can they talk about such drivel, for so long, without any encouragement from their listener. GF says Cherish Silence! and last night's train journey re-inforced that belief - in spades.

[File under: Whimsy]