The 4 carriage 2227 to Salisbury was packed this evening (for no good reason). Her headscarf caught my eye on the platform. "She has been fighting the alien", thought I.
She valiantly fought for a seat but, on this occasion, lost the battle against her unworthy (and thoughtless/drunk commuter-type) opponents.
I felt vicarious victory as she gracefully removed their (ugly) bags and other miscellany, and sat on the luggage rack. She's adept at managing discomfort and fighting a longer game, I thought.
I hope she defeats the alien...
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