68. 10pm. Top deck, on the left halfway down.
It was a miserable, lonesome night. Rain pelted the windows, which had steamed up only slightly with the collective warmth of me and the other five passengers on the top deck. We shivered, collectively.
It took me twenty minutes to notice that someone had written two words onto the condensation on the front window: love yourself
Well, if anything’s worth saying then that surely is!