Hello my name is Paul and I have a problem, well its more of an addiction, I have this uncontrollable habit, it all started with one private owner wagon, and then it led to another, then another, then another...................

Before long, found myself hiding this addiction from friends and family, I would visit my local pusher, had over some cash, and I would be given a small package, that I would nervously hide within my coat, rush home, sneak upstairs to the spare room and with mad abandon give in to my shameful vice, before overcome with shame, I hid my latest fix in a shoebox, before going downstairs again and acting normally (well as normal as I can ever expect to be )

Well today my shameful, shameful habit came out into the open, they do say the first step is the hardest, but once you do it you feel like a great weight has been lifted from you. Well I can tell you that's a load of rubbish, trust me if you have a habit similar to mine KEEP IT SECRET

It all went wrong this earlier today when the Domestic Overlord kindly let me spend some time with my trains, like a lamb to the slaughter I almost skipped into the spare room. Overcome with excitement I decided to fill two roads of the fiddle yard, with what will become an full and empty coal trains, an hour or so was spent carefully removing 60+ private owner wagons from their lovely little boxes.

Happily smug with my achievements I sat basking in my own greatness thinking about what locomotives to attach to the trains, when the Domestic Overlord appeared in the doorway, and my dirty secret was discovered, "Don't look at me, Don't look at me" I shouted as I was found surrounded by the empty boxes of my secret shame...................

Admitting the extent of my problem to the DO, I promised that I would not get anymore and I would content myself with maybe weathering them and filling one of the rakes with model coal.

They do say that addicts can become devious and untrustworthy, as their desires no their need takes over, "Not me" I thought to myself as the DO left me alone in the room with my shame, and my other secret stash of yet more shoeboxes full of PO wagons, hahahahahahaha (insert evil laugh here )

Until next time as ever happy modelling