sardines

I hopped on the tube yetserday evening and felt like I had joined in a game of sardines wherein the very first person had decided that hiding there was a swell idea. Most people gave up when we reached Paddington. Whether or not they were aware they were playing is beyond me.



This is what I saw when I was pressed against the train doors, a sea of people standing before me. Pressed against each other. Thank goodness I was on the shore, the deep end really would have swallowed me. Right up!