The day the bridge opened.

I was running late for a train I had to catch to Birmingham and of all the times the bridge across the Thames could open, it had to be at a time when time was my greatest enemy. I have driven across this bridge countless times, when I had more than enough time to waste and it never chose to open. The time I could not delay by one second, the bridge opens and I sit there for 15 minutes waiting… Needless to say I missed my train, had to buy a completely new ticket and spent half of the journey sitting opposite the toilet because that was the only seat available.


About Plantain Periodicals

Hello! Welcome to the Plantain Periodicals blogs. The name stems from the kitchen moments I had with my friends at university cooking plantain and planning our lives together. I have used this space as a window into my mind and the way I make sense of all my experiences through writing.This is where I share those conversations and moments that happen inside my head as a young woman growing up in 21st century London. Hopefully you'll be entertained and also learn a thing or two. My main blog ad: My literature blog: NMx
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