I'd forgotten it was half term this week. Needless to say, by the time my train had reached Kemble this morning, I had remembered.
I was surrounded by children, who were all shrieking or crying, while their parents stared on in admiration, oblivious to the fact that they're in a quiet carriage and that people around them were trying to work. Yes, I dare say that if it had been my child I would have also taken great pride in its ability to make enough noise to piss off the entire train, but as the lucky passenger who found himself sitting next to it, I did not share in her joy.
And of course, I was subjected to it again on the way home. Let me be clear: I don't mind the children themselves - they don't know better. It's the parents who are staring at them, full of pride that their children have developed a rudimentary grasp of speech, actively encouraging them to gurgle and scream while completely oblivious to everyone else on the train who really couldn't care less about the child's bloody toy horsey, and would prefer a bit of peace. If it had been the family carriage then fair enough, but the quiet carriage? For 2 hours?
Old and grumpy before my time? Perhaps. But I will remember to check for school holidays before using public transport again in the future.
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