I had intended to go home a bit early and as usual I was only kidding myself. But I was not that late. Five to seven I walked down to the station to wait for the train. I boarded the same train as yesterday and it was still a hot coach and just like yesterday I was lucky there weren’t that many people on the train.
The interesting thing was that suddenly I felt the urge to start writing a book. Maybe for a start a compilation of what I wrote so far.