How my neverending optimism saved lives.

I swear, the British Railway, SouthWest Trains in particular are on some sort of a vendetta against poor ol' me. I arranged with my boss that I will be coming in on the weekends, to help out and all that. On the weekends, mostly because getting up to Richmond on a weekday morning costs a fortune. The schedule says that the trains run 8:53 Saturdays and 8:34 Sundays. Fair enough, I think. I show up on the station at 8:28, passing a bus proudly proclaiming 'British Airways Bus Service' and 'Hounslow', still having plenty of time to acquire a ticket and all. I notice that there'll be no service until 16:00, due to engineering works. Okay, I'm still cool. The replacement bus service to Hounslow is supposed to run at 8:37. That will put me a tad behind schedule, but only reasonably so. I get to the supposed stop and wait. And wait. And wait.

( Rest of the Tale. Pity me. )

All who met me today were lucky we switched to daylight saving time tonight, otherwise I would have been mad, frustrated, homicidal and sleepy. Why mad? Because yesterday night the internet died at about half seven pm. Less then an hour after I got back from work. On the bright side, thanks to the lack of internet I finally managed to finish Monstrous Regiment. On the other bright side, spent the whole day in work playing with a tablet and eating gingerbread men. Life is good. *grins*

( Yesterday's rant. Monstrous Regiment spoilers. )