

My 10 pence Miracle
The digital clock at Queens park station flashed 7:45. Breathlessly, I searched my pockets for my student oyster card. I had just run 10 minutes, non-stop from my cosy studio flat, determined to catch the next available train to Willesden Junction. Once there, I would then need to change for the train to Richmond, and finally from Richmond, change for a train to Kingston. My final destination being Kingston University. Of all the days to be late, today was not one. I was a fi
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