So the Snapes story continued

Standing on the platform at Wellingborough Station Sybil knew that life would never be perfect; but it was still good! She lived in a world where tap water was clearish,a sewage system that kept effluent flowing and cleaned and a NHS system that was free but there were still problems.

The working classes still took the fury of the middle classes, who because they lived in nicer houses, thought they were superior to them.
She wished she could put the world right and say what she thought about the benefit system run by people who had no idea what it was like to be looked down upon just because they were poor/disabled or had learning disabilities.
Pehaps the Para-olympics would go someway to making people rethink their attitudes.

The inter-city train sped under bridges,by snaking rivers as minature folk walked their dogs through handkerchief fields as the steel of the lines beside shone back at her eyes. She felt so lucky to have her eyes when neither or mum or dad had been so fortunate. It was fantastic to hear/read of the plans to help blind people to see or know that those without legs could be given their freedom to run again/fall in love/have children.

Sybil had lost love for decades after her dad had died; it felt at the time as if bereavement was just peculiar to her. Just as crying at night-time and day-time wiping the tears from her jumper as she ate cornflakes or cycled to school.
Tick tock;the years had slid away and finally her hair had gone grey and her bones ached a touch more.

Still she ran for the bus reluctantly showing her bus-pass and then swiftly sticking it back into her pocket. She tried to be kind to people and did her best to keep secrets. She also did her best to give Charlie whole-some food-which he insisted should always contain meat. He had been stunned into silence once when she fed him tuna fish gravy and mashed potato;sharing the news of such disgusting food to his work-mates which made Sybil think she wouldn't feed him such a meal again.

As the inter-city train sped onwards she thought of the paternal family she had lost following her father's death but now they were found and at the end of a line and a bus journey waiting for memories to flow once more as the river of life did the same.