Dining out with friends recently, I went for the healthy,
pasta option. It was tiny. I’d finished while they were just getting stuck in.
One of the alternatives even came with a separate, full plate of vegetables. I
got serious food envy. I then had to apologise for letting it show.
Now I’ve got retrospective train envy, too. My friend, John,
has sent me pictures of him and his cousin outside Perth sheds in 1963, taunting
me further with their notebooks in hand and an ex-LNER Pacific that I almost
certainly never saw enticingly placed just behind them. It is amazing how low
people will stoop to upset me.
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