Home sweet home

M. has been working in Newcastle this week, and I was due to collect him from Audley End station at 10:30pm Thursday evening. He eventually got collected at 3pm from Cambridge station on Friday, as got stuck last night with power issues on the trains from Newcastle, was diverted to Leeds, where at 10pm he decided to give up and go and stay with old university friends. They kindly picked him up for Leeds station, dropping him back there this morning, where he managed to change onto the wrong train, which didn’t stop at Peterborough, and went all the way to London. 

I’d bought him a joke ‘welcome home’ present, as some women in technical database technology have coined the phrase ‘unicorns’ to describe themselves. As someone who used to do that type of job, I really hate the phrase, and it has come a bit of a joke between us,

I think he may make it for the cat this weekend.