Don't you just love those weekends that feel like forever, the days amble on in no particular hurry, the nights seem to last long enough to get 10 hours sleep without missing that brunch meeting, and everyone you see is just plain old happy. This was one of those weekends. And to top it off, people I was unassociated with were getting into difficult situations in front of me. Schadenfreude at its best.
On the train to York a woman got into an argument with the guard because her 2-person railcard wasn't valid without a second traveller (the guard was polite, professional, and kept a hilarious smile glued to his face). The weekend's main event was the underwhelming second part of Doctor Who's series finale. I won't go into detail for fear of 'Spoilers!' being cried through the streets, but suffice to say I was unimpressed. Tonight, considerably delaying my return journey to base camp, I watched The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. I read the book a while ago but never had chance to see this instalment, and I loved it. The details, descriptions, everything I loved about the book had made it into the ridiculously long motion picture. Now I can't wait to read and see Mockingjay.
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