Five and a half hour journey home from Crewe. Someone went under / in front of a freight train at Milton Keynes. When I got off the train there, the police were doing the salvage job on the rails.
Getting the coach home from MK might have been a bit of a ball-ache for me, but whenever I hear of a suicide on the railway, it always makes me so sad. Someone was that desperate, feeling so without hope… Can’t shift that thought. And that there is every chance someone was waiting for them to come home and they won’t be.
The only minor silver lining from my own selfish point of view is that if I had been in the office today, I would probably have been on the station when it happened waiting for my usual train home.
Meh, sorry.
Gonna distract myself and stop dwelling on it with Dr Strangelove.
Night, DiS.