On my way back from London today I saw two pieces of graffiti which seemed apt.
The first was "trains are wank". Simple, direct, undeniably appealing.
The other was "First is shit" which I assume refers to First Great Western, rather than First Class.
Unless it was a particularly grumpy First Class season ticket holder who'd had enough of it all.
The trip up was fine, really. It didn't rain, so we could walk from Waterloo to the office without getting soaked, we had two very constructive meetings, and we also had excellent Marks and Spencer sandwiches for lunch (pre-planning, always pays off).
It was the trip home that caused the problems.
I go to Salisbury, went looking for my train and realized with dismay and horror that I had a 50 minute wait. In the cold, in the rain (yes, thanks Weather Gods, you bastards). I think a small wail of dismay was emitted.
My hands were so cold I couldn't do the crossword, and I just sat on a bench on the platform, shivering and wishing I was dead. Or at home. Probably wishing I was at home, really, now I think about it.
So. Finally got the train, and was so chilled that I think the woman I was sat next to thought I had malaria.
Other news: Tried the Marks and Spencer berry flavour chewing gum. Not like gum at all really, more like chewy cough medicine. And yes, I wrap it and bin it when I finish with it, rather than spit it onto the street like an oaf.