There’s a lady
Clattering up and down the carriage with a linen bag with cups and saucers in. She keeps moving about the train and clatter they go. In the finance of the carriage she tinkles and clatters. It’s as if she can’t hide the sound, that she knows people will think she stole them from a pricey hotel at lunch time. She wants to use them for some sort of fruit or herbal tea on a daily basis. Just stop clattering them. Please.