KGX.
‘Miss much?’
‘Class 91, light engine from Bounds Green.’ He flashed his notepad, the previous ten hours documented by a extensive list of numbers.
‘Damn it. Got you a tea.’
‘Ta.’
‘Your missus been in touch? Taxi from Peterborough’ll cost a bomb.’
‘Give her another ten minutes.’
‘She’s really getting into that am-dram thing?’
‘Yeh. Late home most nights.’
‘Mate, I’d have words.’
‘Townsperson #27 needs a lot of practice.’ He paused to document the 16.40 from Leeds. ‘I’m proud. I mean, it’s not like she’s having it away with the director.’
I sipped my tea. ‘Na. Course not.’