It’s also a Sunday so train commuting is a bit relaxed and I have a whole carriage to myself.
I am on the Stansted Express train complete with a “food trolley service” where a train employee pushes a food trolley along the length of the train selling snacks and drinks and suchlike.
Of course minutes after I settle into my seat, I fall asleep.
And I am woken up by my snoring at the exact moment the guy pushing the food trolley walks past me.
Did I mention that in my stupor I had slid and slumped halfway down the seat, my head to one side, my hair now rivalling Einstein's with drool dripping from my mouth?!?!?
And that I was snoring?
Anyway, he did the polite and professional thing and asked if I wanted any refreshments.
Charlie says: I don't snore and I'm gorgeous even when asleep! I must be adopted!
Thank you beautiful bloggie friends for helping me with my crossword!! You are all just perfectly brainy and lovely and very naughty (Reenie!!)!
I got the first letter wrong - heh heh! Sorry about that!
So in your honour I had ten MINI choccie muffins! Yum, yum!
Have a momentous Monday everyone!