Train benches are multipurposeful

As I am sat at the station, after running to then miss the desired train. And on completion of my make up on a station bench. (After many judging looks) I feel it would be the perfect time to write my first ever blog post. 

I decided to write this blog, as the only way possible to describe myself at this moment in time is a real life Bridget Jones. 

I hope that you get joy out of the shit times of my life; you know those such shit moments that if you don't laugh you'll cry. 

And to the people looking at me for doing my make up on the platform bench,

None of you are perfect no matter how much you think you are. 

(I am just slightly more scatty with it)

 xoXoXoXox