I'm on my way to Southampton. I'm supposed to be going to London. Somebody has managed to crash their car off a bridge, get hit by a train, and block the railway line serving much of the West of England.
I hope they're all ok of course. But I also hope they get scraped off the line before it's time for me to go home tonight. I will be at least 45 minutes late for work, my meeting with our project manager will be missed and I will have to reschedule it. Gah.
Plus I get to spend much longer crammed into a seat that prevents me from stretching my legs. What a fantastic start to the day.
Still, it beats being hit by a train.
Update: Coach Six on the train are having a great time. Their engine has failed so they have a two hour journey ahead of them with no lights. Or heating. I just laughed out loud when they made that announcement so now everyone else in this carriage thinks I'm a heartless evil sadist.