8:10 to Parma. Happy train thoughts and random things.

“Prego” is your welcome.

It’s really heavy rain. Think it’s also to do with the mountains around us.

We are on the same train as yesterday, this time just to the right destination. Our tickets have been checked.

Listening to the Blossoms also makes me think of livie. I wish she could be here. She would love it. Next time.

C looks really cool in her dungarees. I think she would look cool in a paper bag if I’m honest.

So glad my dad read me the Paper Bag Princess as a kid- been taught to be a strong women from a young age. Need to read that again.

I’m thinking about what it would be like if you analysed this as you do a text in higher English.

New York by St. Vincent also makes me think of Dad and I. Especially when we were singing it together, glass of wine in hand at his birthday.

Trains stopped. It’s okay though. Just a bit rubbish it’s not stopped with a view.

Google translates great to be able to speak to air b&b hosts. I like it when they type in their own language.

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