A Ginger Damsel In Distress
On the way home tonight, I went via Kings Cross to pick up a train ticket.
it was one of those times, when I wished I’d had my camera with me, as in front of the ticket machine was a ginger damsel in distress. She had an enormous ruck-sack on her back and was trying to bend over to pick-up the Oystercard she had dropped. Suffice to say she wasn’t managing to pick the card up.
So I did the gentlemanly thing and retrieved her card.
When I heard she was on her way to Norwich, I did wonder if I’d done the right thing!
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