Everything I do is shaped by the last train, and I want to say so first

The last useful train out of town leaves earlier than anybody planning an evening expects, and I have spent fifteen years standing up at an awkward moment and walking to a station. Both of the dynamics I have had were damaged by it, not dramatically, just steadily, over a couple of years each.

Fifty, Stockport. I do not drive, for medical reasons that are dull and permanent, so this is not solvable by buying a car.

What I have concluded is that I need an arrangement whose centre of gravity is not an evening. If the important part happens at eleven at night, I will always be the man leaving at nine. If the important part is a set of duties running through a week, checked in writing, with an occasional afternoon rather than an occasional evening, then I am as available as anybody.

So that is what I am asking for. Afternoons rather than nights. Structure that lives in messages and tasks. A woman who genuinely prefers the ordinary weekday version of this to the evening version, of whom I think there are more than the board suggests.

Fifteen years in, two dynamics of four and six years, both ended without any bad feeling.

What I do not want is somebody who will tell me the trains are fine. They are not fine, I have consulted them roughly four thousand times, and the whole point of this post is that I would like to stop building things that depend on them.