This is from last year, another one that has been hanging around my inbox: Oh TFL The imaginary ink has barely dried on the last complaint and now you have given me cause to write to you again. You do waste enough of my time as it is, without then having to write to complain about your journey refund decision. Last Wednesday I arrived at Harrow-On-The-Hill station around 8:15am. I got onto the waiting fast train. It hissed at me – like my imaginary girlfriend does when I use up too much of her imaginary ink. It hissed some more. … Continued