That time I got upgraded to First Class...

So that actually happened...I win! 

Here's my little view on the train- living life as the other half lives. Quiet, spacious and more than enough room to stretch out my little legs. It was lovely. I now have a new ambition in life- to do well enough for myself to be able to travel First Class as a standard thing. 

I didn't tell people that it was my birthday or anything (not that it would have worked) but actually it was merely that someone else was sat in my reserved seat. For most people, this wouldn't be an issue, however for me a naturally extremely dithery person anyway, laden down with a suitcase and very heavy tote bag for my weekend down in Surrey, it was proving difficult to pluck up the courage to cause a fuss. But I was just about to ask the lady to move when the train's boss man came round checking tickets, he asked if anything was wrong and I told him what had happened. Instead of him asking the lady to move, he said 'I know where there's a free seat for you' and wrote on the back of my ticket 'go to first class'. 

And there we have it, that was the time I got upgraded to first class! I will of course be sending the train company a letter thanking them for their lovely and unexpected gesture. I would like to thank the lovely man on the train (think his name may have been Alan) for moving me, and thank you to the lady on her kindle sat in my seat, because without you this would never have happened. 

Blimey, this is sounding like an Oscars' speech!