Today after yet another squishy, ghastly trip in the sardine train1, we resolved to never catch it again and, instead of wandering down to the station when it suited us, have A PLAN.
Despite our vows to not use the fridge as a pinboard in The Palace (Of Love), THE PLAN involved key train times on the fridge:
greyed out train to be avoided
I also made an equivalent handy chart of afternoon train times for SaltMinesLimited.
Truly, I can now call myself suburban.
1Only train all day when the last stop is ours, then skips four stops – a saving of THREE WHOLE MINUTES on the journey.