Slight disast of a morning. I was ready and on my way to work in pretty good time, got to the station... And realised I'd left my purse at home. Graham met me with some cash (such a babe) but by then I'd missed 2 trains.

Walked back to the station in the crazy wind. Was attacked by a Walking Tours information board (to the back of the leg), a Capri Sun carton (to the neck), and a load of bubble wrap rolled in parcel tape (to the face).

Managed to get a potentially-not-late-for-work train, and now we're sat in the middle of nowhere, assumedly broken down.

Good good.