Wind and Trains

Getting home was – hmmm – interesting. Yeah, that’s a good word.

There are no trains running to Attleborough – none at all. Quite how One is expecting people to get home, I’ve no fucking idea. But I’d lay money that all the customer services people (all two of them) fuck off home before 5pm tonight.

Luckily, I’d opted to leave early so that I could be certain of being back in time for the appointment with the IFA. So I left the office at half two, got to the station, discovered that basically there’s no trains going at all – reduced service my arse, bunch of cunts.

Then I got lucky for a second time. I called Avis, who I’ve dealt with before, and got the last car that they had available. Ten minutes later, I was at their office, hiring a Ford Focus. Nowt special, but it suited my needs. I got home just after four.

There may have been a bit of speeding. I blame a tailwind.