A cancelled train leads to fish and chips for dinner. Who would have guessed?!

Cancelled trains are always fun

Cancelled trains are always fun

This morning, I woke up late. I don’t know why, but I think it has something to do with someone (ahem ahem) snoring so loudly that the walls felt like they were vibrating.  I slapped on my makeup and put on my Friday dress – people at the office dress down on Friday, but I dress up – Fridays are date night with the better half and what nicer way to usher in the weekend than looking great in something other than jeans and boots.

It was pissing it down as I left the house – as I annoyingly thought about how snug the better half was under the duvet asleep, I got even more annoyed that I had forgotten my orange that I had left out to take in with me.  He would probably have that for breakfast. that’s right. MY orange. Then I remembered why I needed the orange for breakfast – I had run out of golden syrup for my oats at work. So, in short, my tights were soaking wet, the wind blew my umbrella inwards –  twice, I was late, I had forgotten my orange, and I didn’t have golden syrup at work. Urghh.  Since when did Fridays greet me like this!

Alas – of course – the trusted people at national rail cancelled my train AGAIN, which means I had to wait for the Cannon Street one, which means it would be packed. AND the train didn’t go through to CX – no no no. I had to stop at LB and change.

fun fun fun!

fun fun fun!

puddles are good training for my long-jump ambitions!

puddles are good training for my long-jump ambitions!

Then I had to jump over this minefield of puddles (thank God I did not have fancy shoes on today). Suffice to say, I am training for long jump for Brazil 2016.

KimmyX

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