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Behind-The-Books Blog
A story for Valentine’s…
Tuesday, February 9th, 2010
My journey home last night didn’t start off too well. It was drizzling with rain. I was cold, hungry and tired; I just wanted to get home. I got to Finsbury Park to find my train was cancelled. Then we were told that, from then on, trains would only be going as far as Gordon Hill – five stops before mine. Then, when I eventually managed to squeeze onto a train, the driver announces that we all had to get out at Alexandra Palace for a bus replacement service. It was rapidly turning into every commuter’s nightmare.
But then, just as I was starting to despair of ever getting home, a tall, blond and tanned stranger, incongruously wearing shorts on a cold February evening, came to my rescue and offered to share a taxi home. Normally I’d be wary and say ‘no’, resolutely waiting for the inevitably overcrowded and late-running bus to turn up, but last night, for some reason, I decided to say ‘yes’. We found a taxi immediately and were soon sitting comfortably in the back, looking out at the growing queue of disgruntled commuters; there wasn’t another taxi (or bus) in sight. Before long, my companion and I were chatting away like old friends. He refused to let me pay anything towards the cost of the taxi and even showed me snaps from his holiday (hence the shorts). He was a complete gent all the way – a rare breed in my experience! - and our taxi driver seemed to feel a little matchmaking was in order. He suggested we swap numbers, claiming it was fate that had brought us together. (Honestly, it was like living in a rom-com!)
We took his advice and were then texting all evening, and have now promised to meet up again soon. So perhaps something good might come from what started out as a very bad evening…
Happy Early-Valentine’s Day! 
Louise Watson, Editor
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