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Going home

I took the train into Ipswich today to complete my Christmas shopping. (Yes, really: it's done, five whole days early!). The train was heaving, excitement everywhere. Behind me the guard was arguing playfully with slick-haired teenagers about tickets; stacked on the seats in front of me was evidence that whoever Milly is, she won't be disappointed come Thursday.

I'm suddenly reminded how much I enjoy public transport at this time of year. I'm reminded of another Christmas Eve story.