Train to Terminal 5, Gatwick

The train whirrs along with wavering keening noises. everyone reading papers or minding their own business. The girl in front of me picks at her nails or texts. A large framed businessman checks at the toilets and then wanders back , only to fall on an irate bollywood looking businessman who just glares at the accidental intruder.

A mix of nervousness and excitement stirs through as I stumble through the stations. wrong train. Take this one. no take that one. no take the bus. On to London Bridge. It speeds through the streets like something out of harry potter, this replacement bus.

Thank you to Eva, the Ladbrokes employee.

I've caught the last train to Gatwick. The train sways back and forth on the tracks making a whirring thunk sound like a boat car on a theme park ride.