Fuck. That was close. And the expletive is necessary.
My train home got delayed part way. I didn’t hear why, but we were slow by about half an hour. It’s Friday. Unusually, I started to doze off listening to a Dawn & Drew Show podcast (it was probably Drew’s melodious tones that did it). I woke up, and we’re in Cardiff Central & everyone’s getting off the train. Oh shit – iPod gets lobbed into my bag, get up, quick check (agh! fuck! my phone), grab, & I’m off the train & hauling my bike out of the bike bit.
What’s so bad about that? Because of the delay & a parallel service they’d altered the train to run non-stop to London Paddington. Fuck.
