Call me old fashioned but 13.00 hours mean one thing. LUNCH!
The fact that I am on a train is neither here nor there.
I have a delicate metabolism and need regular sustenance 😉
So the announcement that arrived as we pulled out of Bristol Temple Meads did not bode well.
” Welcome aboard this Cross Country train to Manchester (yes, Manchester!) Unfortunately there is no buffet car on this service.”
A silent Grrrr from me.
“This is due to no catering staff boarding the train at Bristol.”
Yep! That will do it…
Oh the joys of UK trains.