Bad mice!

*grrrrrrrrrrr* Naughty mice attacked the pretty easter gift I’d bought for cassielalone. Is all ruined. *sob* Mice obviously have a taste for pretty yummy things. My room is full of chocolate and they want to nibble on THAT one, despite them having to nibble through plastic to get to it? Am very annoyed and angry. *grrrrrrrrrr*

On the bright side, it’s a good excuse to go out and buy more pretties. La la laaaaaaaaaaa *secretivesmile*

Sitting on the tube

atreic and the_alchemist have been having a LJ discussion and poll (? now vanished ?) on the rights and wrongs of giving up your seat to someone on the tube. Go read.

Which leads me rather shamefully to this morning's journey in. *bigsigh*

Managed to get a seat on the Central Line at Leytonstone, which was good. At Stratford, a woman boarded, moved in front of the seats and started glaring at everyone. I wondered what she wanted - she looked a bit insane. A few minutes later someone else offered her their seat, which she sulkily took. It transpired that she wanted a seat because she was pregnant, but she didn't look pregnant. A very minor bulge, yes, but only obvious after she'd sat down. I felt horribly guilty about not spotting this, and failing to offer my seat, and she sat opposite me and glared at me all the way to Bank, which didn't help any and really began to freak me out. What should I have done? *confused* I mean if she was obviously pregnant I'd have happily given up my seat, but I really didn't notice she was until too late. *distressed*

Now I'm beginning to think that these Badges for Commuters aren't such a bad idea after all.