Yoohoo, I’m home! Had a good walk and did me shopping. Got everything I needed for a couple of electrical jobs being done tomorrow. Batteries for new torch (or flashlight, for those in the US of A, heh heh!) Nice new hat to keep the rain off me specs, and a few other things.
I can’t stand rain getting on me glasses. Can’t see, can yer, when that happens.
So anyway, got that lot all done, trundled back to the station to get the next train home.
Ah, the train. See, this is the bit where I just can’t get me noodle around how He did it! I looked at the clock. It told me it was just under a minute to go before the whistle blew. ‘Nah, I’ll never make that,’ I thought. But I went to the gate anyway and asked Daniel, “Am I too late?” “Noooo,” he replied. “You’ve plenty of time!” He let me through the gate and the whistle blew.
Now look. Everybody KNOWS you do not attempt to board the train once the whistle has been blown, as the hustle alarm comes next, not even a second later, in readiness for the doors to automatically close. But Daniel shouted for me to get on. “You’ve got plenty of time,” he said, again.
I ran for the train. I got on it. The doors closed and we pulled away. And I never heard that hustle alarm.
How did You do that, Lord? I’m still shocked.