AARRGGHH

Well tonight saw a journey home from hell. What normally takes me an hour to get home which includes walking from work to the train station, the train ride and the bus and waiting time took three hours. The train in front of ours had broken down and after a long wait it was decided that ours should push it along. Ours then broke down and at one point we were in total darkness for ten minutes. Once we finally got to the first station on the line an announcement went over the tannoy stating that it was only going to be calling at two stations - Keighley and Skipton. It was pouring down with rain and I walked through it up to the market square and waited for a bus.

There were two things though that made the journey particularly stressful. One was an eighteen year old girl who complained the entire journey. She complained about not being able to sit down, she was hot, she was thirsty, could her boyfriend's mother/father pick them up, they should have walked, people should rotate sitting down so she could sit down, she should say that she was pregnant that way she'd get a seat (albeit she wasn't). I must say though I was quite restrained by not saying anything. Are youngsters these days about having to make do?

The other thing though that was making it a nasty journey was I'd got a bag full of knitting with me that I could be getting on with but because I was stood up on a crowded train I couldn't do any so I wasted two hours opportunity :(