This travelling to Birmingham International and back to Oswestry every day is killing me atm. I am basically getting more and more tired as the week goes on and I am starting to fall more and more asleep as time goes on.

Almost missed the train this morning which would have been silly, except the second train was late to Birmingham anyway so was late getting to the Training course regardless. What a load of rubbish the reliance of public transport is, no wonder we all use cars. And next time I go away some where which takes longer than two hours total travel via the various modes of transport, i am staying in a hotel. I can do more in the evening and not be as tired.

Oh yes, the course is going well, learned a few things today, and I must admit I am half tempted to take the exam for the course (70-291 for MS Exam fans) next week to see how it goes. but still thinking about it being honest and there is an awful lot of material which we have gone through the past few days.

I have the first episode of prison break to watch, it started again monday, and someone kindly taped it for me, but that can wait for the weekend along with other lovely things. Sometimes I do wonder how other people do it.

Catching all sorts of travel every day just to go to work, then go home and then find time to cook a 17-course meal for 20, wash the kids (whosoever they belong to) and find time for life-affirming hobbies. At least the lifestyle programmes would have you believe that methinks, most people I think just collapse and pull out beans on toast for the 18 billionth time, failing that dipping bread in anything runnier than bread, while watching crap designed to bore you to death so you have something to talk about the next day at work because that’s all you ever see.

And it’s the strangest thing, but I have never seen so many funny runs. Seriously, there are lots of people who have a really funny way of running for a train. You have the businessman young and old who seems to stride his way quickly like off the “Ministry of Funny Walks” sketch from Monty Python, but the greatest ones so far are done by women.

Now before you think I am being sexist, just go to Birmingham New Street, King’s Cross, any rush hour busy train station, and I bet you will see all sorts of women running based on their footwear.

High Heals seem to be the best, because you can clearly see they are in pain, and their running for the train which doesn’t go for another ten minutes looks like they are either needing a poo, or they are treading over loose floorboards to make sure they don’t wake their mum and dad up after getting it on with some 11 year old behind the bike sheds. Well that’s what’s going on at schools these days, and that’s just the teachers…. 🙂

And everyone and I mean everyone is trying to look hard and dignified, like they are the important ones and everyone else is in the way of them getting to an important board meeting where they discuss raising the price of trousers or not. Bless them eh?

Well campers, I say no. I look like a bit of a freak and that’s fine. I have no important meeting to go to and if It looks like I am about to miss the next connecting train due to the late arrival of the one before, I don’t run. What’s the point? I only lose ten minutes at best.

Rush hours means there are more trains on so you don’t have long to wait for the next one. And you know what. I feel better for it. Leave the rushing around to others. Enjoy a cup of tea instead.

There are only two more days of the training to go which is a bit sad, as it has meant time from work to learn things I didn’t really know about. And I like learning things I can use in work or elsewhere. It just costs so much for proper training, that it is like pixie dust.

When it comes along you have to kill and maim everyone in front of you just for a glimpse of it. Either that or pay the £1495 that this week has cost yourself. Hmm, does anyone really have that amount of cash about every few months? Meh.

And finally I have looked at my bank balance today and it sends me the blues. It is a s**t load of money overdrawn yet again. Come on the 23rd, I want to be in the black for at least a week again!! The money is a rant that will be done another time methinks. As I am tired, and in the mood for fighting with fresh air and loosing the war. I am calling it a day. farewell good campers, till we meet again on the battlefield of life.