Bloody trains! Normally I can’t stop gushing about how much easier my life has been since I decided to commute by train, but when things go wrong, they really go wrong. This morning I got stuck behind a broken train approximately 7 miles from home. And I sat there, unable to exit, for the better part of two-and-a-half hours. In the end, they turned us around and sent us back to Canterbury. By the time I got back, three hours after I had started, I figured it was too much trouble to try to struggle up to London only to arrive at noon.

I worked from home. Which is even better than commuting by train.